Dyana
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Yesterday's Condo
What do I do about my mess up with his insulin, last night? I ended up shooting at +15.75. That was at 9:45pm and he usually gets his shot at 6 and 6. I can just give him insulin when he needs it (goes above 200, which he probably is now), or I could do 9:00 today, and 8:30 on Sat, and 8:00 on Sun, and 7:30 on Mon, and 7:00 on Tue. I guess I'll do that. He just got his shot at +11.25. He got two syringes of food at 6:00am when he got his bupe and another three syringes with his meds at 8:30 when I woke up from this dream. It was lucid and I remembered the details well, so I wrote it out.
I had a dream:
I was in my old beloved pick up truck, and Ginger and J.D. and I had just pulled up to a farm like area.
The windows were down, and Ginger, who was in the passenger seat, and was sitting on the edge of the window and kind of tangled in the seat best and something else. I was afraid she would jump and hang herself. I started to get out, and the back seat door behind me was also open, and I though J.D. would jump from the seat and out onto the ground, but instead he choose to hope up onto the edge of the window in the door, and hope down from there. I was concerned because he is sick and frail, but he made it. I went to help Ginger.
I did not see where J.D. went. I looked around the hilly area and did not see him.
Eventually, I saw him up on a dirt horse trail in the hills probably trying to head home because he didn't know where he was. I kept calling and calling and calling.
I kept asking people where the trail was, and saying we have to find the trail.
I and someone else (I don't know who) found a trail and started down it, but it soon turned into knee deep swampy water, from one edge of the trail to the other (widthwise). I knew he wouldn't be on this trail. I thought there must me another trail, maybe higher up the hill that was drier. I kept asking people and no one seemed to be able to help me. We were in a horse pasture, with lots of little horses (mares and foals), and there on the edge of the pasture was what looked like another trail. I remember picking up a little foal that was kind of in the way to where we would need to step and handed it to my companion, who was ewing and ahing the baby. I said we have to go, we had to find J.D.
We went down that trail for just a teeny bit, and there was some strange (what later turned out to be an obstacle) in front of us. It was made of hard shiney plastic and it looked kind of like an amusement park ride, and I got in the first compartment and it went straight up in the air and then it descended, down, fast, and it seemed to take a longer time than it should have to come down.
I got off that, and found the trail and we walked a while down the dirt path, and I kept calling J.D. and calling him and calling him. I knew he had a good head start, but I knew I walked faster than he did. The trail opened up to a tiny town and I couldn't see where the trail went. We went into a bar and there were lots of people and I was asking them where the trails were, and right there was someone I recognized from the trail society. He was the head of it. I asked him where the trails were and asked my companion to describe the place we had started from, hoping he could think of what trails connected from that place. He did not tell me where the trail was, but he did say to me "I can let you take out one cat", and mumbled something about we don't normally allow extrications. We left the bar and found another trail that also soon turned to being filled with swampy water with steep edges on each side. I didn't know what to do. I was desparate and crying.
Then I looked ahead just a bit up the trail, and there was a bridge and when I looked under it there was hundreds of what looked like cat paper cut outs underneath. I don't know why I kept calling J.D., but from the first few rows, I saw movement, and I thought it was J.D., and he was coming to me. I thought he couldn't get through or wouldn't want to get through all that water and was going to help him, but he kind of walked along the steep side to me and I picked him up and it was him and he was a different color (still tuxedo) but like purple and then he changed back to black and white.
We went back down the trail and through the bar and I thought the people would be all cheering, but I think all they really wanted was for me to buy them all a drink, which I didn't. I saw the head of the trail society/police/ranger/or whatever he was, as we left and wanted to give him a high five as I was so happy, and he was just so policeman-like and not friendly.
But, I had J.D. and I was just so elated, and relieved. And then I woke up.
I am waiting anxiously for the vet to call with the results of the blood work. Please send vines.
What do I do about my mess up with his insulin, last night? I ended up shooting at +15.75. That was at 9:45pm and he usually gets his shot at 6 and 6. I can just give him insulin when he needs it (goes above 200, which he probably is now), or I could do 9:00 today, and 8:30 on Sat, and 8:00 on Sun, and 7:30 on Mon, and 7:00 on Tue. I guess I'll do that. He just got his shot at +11.25. He got two syringes of food at 6:00am when he got his bupe and another three syringes with his meds at 8:30 when I woke up from this dream. It was lucid and I remembered the details well, so I wrote it out.
I had a dream:
I was in my old beloved pick up truck, and Ginger and J.D. and I had just pulled up to a farm like area.
The windows were down, and Ginger, who was in the passenger seat, and was sitting on the edge of the window and kind of tangled in the seat best and something else. I was afraid she would jump and hang herself. I started to get out, and the back seat door behind me was also open, and I though J.D. would jump from the seat and out onto the ground, but instead he choose to hope up onto the edge of the window in the door, and hope down from there. I was concerned because he is sick and frail, but he made it. I went to help Ginger.
I did not see where J.D. went. I looked around the hilly area and did not see him.
Eventually, I saw him up on a dirt horse trail in the hills probably trying to head home because he didn't know where he was. I kept calling and calling and calling.
I kept asking people where the trail was, and saying we have to find the trail.
I and someone else (I don't know who) found a trail and started down it, but it soon turned into knee deep swampy water, from one edge of the trail to the other (widthwise). I knew he wouldn't be on this trail. I thought there must me another trail, maybe higher up the hill that was drier. I kept asking people and no one seemed to be able to help me. We were in a horse pasture, with lots of little horses (mares and foals), and there on the edge of the pasture was what looked like another trail. I remember picking up a little foal that was kind of in the way to where we would need to step and handed it to my companion, who was ewing and ahing the baby. I said we have to go, we had to find J.D.
We went down that trail for just a teeny bit, and there was some strange (what later turned out to be an obstacle) in front of us. It was made of hard shiney plastic and it looked kind of like an amusement park ride, and I got in the first compartment and it went straight up in the air and then it descended, down, fast, and it seemed to take a longer time than it should have to come down.
I got off that, and found the trail and we walked a while down the dirt path, and I kept calling J.D. and calling him and calling him. I knew he had a good head start, but I knew I walked faster than he did. The trail opened up to a tiny town and I couldn't see where the trail went. We went into a bar and there were lots of people and I was asking them where the trails were, and right there was someone I recognized from the trail society. He was the head of it. I asked him where the trails were and asked my companion to describe the place we had started from, hoping he could think of what trails connected from that place. He did not tell me where the trail was, but he did say to me "I can let you take out one cat", and mumbled something about we don't normally allow extrications. We left the bar and found another trail that also soon turned to being filled with swampy water with steep edges on each side. I didn't know what to do. I was desparate and crying.
Then I looked ahead just a bit up the trail, and there was a bridge and when I looked under it there was hundreds of what looked like cat paper cut outs underneath. I don't know why I kept calling J.D., but from the first few rows, I saw movement, and I thought it was J.D., and he was coming to me. I thought he couldn't get through or wouldn't want to get through all that water and was going to help him, but he kind of walked along the steep side to me and I picked him up and it was him and he was a different color (still tuxedo) but like purple and then he changed back to black and white.
We went back down the trail and through the bar and I thought the people would be all cheering, but I think all they really wanted was for me to buy them all a drink, which I didn't. I saw the head of the trail society/police/ranger/or whatever he was, as we left and wanted to give him a high five as I was so happy, and he was just so policeman-like and not friendly.
But, I had J.D. and I was just so elated, and relieved. And then I woke up.
I am waiting anxiously for the vet to call with the results of the blood work. Please send vines.
