Zoozey's numbers are finally starting to come down after the trip to my parents house for Christmas, which is a massive relief. I haven't been able to do anything than the bare minimum for him because I got horrendously sick (AGAIN!) right after Christmas. I've been the doctor three times, and I think I have to go back tomorrow. I'm feeling slightly human again, but I'm still coughing my lungs up. Boo. It is terrible getting out of bed to take his blood sugar, feed him, and give him his shot when I feel like warmed over trash. I also found out this week that two of my spring classes didn't make, so my income for the next five months is going to reduced by half and I might lose my health insurance. I got so upset on Friday, I made myself even more sick. It's not been a good week, and it's only Monday. But, Zoozey is doing fantastically. Every time I see him play, groom his brother and sister, I'm so grateful. Also, he finally gained some weight! He had gotten down to 9lbs during his dka, so he came home looking like skin and bones. He now weighs 13 pounds and looks fantastic. So despite all my problems, I'm really really grateful for that. Gotta go now. Zoozey just hopped up onto the couch for petting.