Max started out at 3 units of insulin every 12 hours. His first glucose test was 650. After 9 days of treatment it was 538, which is still high. (sad trombone) The doctors want to see him in the 200s, so now he’s taking 4 units of insulin.
Right now I’m accomplishing it the same way I did with Mickey. But having TWO dogs (one of whom is not diabetic but very jealous of any non-equitable treatment and also not very bright) makes it impossible to drop a tiny bowl of Rice Krispies on the ground.
Insulin is kept in the fridge. About 5 minutes before the shot, I take it out to warm up a bit. Then I roll the bottle between my hands to finish warming it and to mix it. When Ollie hears the clinking of the glass vial against my rings, he TEARS into the kitchen.
When it’s time for Max’s shot, I toss a half of a tiny Milkbone about two feet away for Ollie, and while he lumbers off, I put the other half on the ground in front of Max. While Max ponders his sudden good fortune and eats the treat, I give the injection. It takes a second and as of now, he notices it, but doesn’t care. We make sure to rotate the injection spot so he has time to heal.
His next appointment is this weekend. There will be another blood test and a urinalysis. That gives me five days to figure out how to catch dog pee.