This is clearly a random blog. Something that people nowadays can relate to.
January 2025
A few days before the end of 2024, my cat suddenly looked down, unwell and having a high fever of 40.2'c. On the first visit to the clinic, the vet suggested a blood test fearing the worst. Somehow the result was fine except for the glucose reading of 12.3 (XXXX). The young vet mentioned that it might be due to the stress of commuting to the clinic. Let me tell you that fella, my cat, hates car rides to the core. So okay, we returned with a fever shot, anti-inflammation meds, and a thick black vitamin.
For the next two days, my cat had on and off fever, specifically an hour after meal time. Do note that he refused to eat so I had to force-feed him with a syringe. I lost one kitten years back because I did not know that whatever happened, cats need to eat even if they refused or else their liver might fail. So with this one, I forced him to eat even a bit.
After two days, he was getting weaker and I was somehow seeing a slight yellowish color on his ears, I rushed him to the clinic despite my dad saying it was nothing. Throughout this time, I seriously wonder how the previous generation can have the mind of " Let the cat be and he'll be fine"? *facepalm*
Now, at the clinic, with another senior vet, she clearly mentioned she was actually worried about the previous Glucose reading of my cat. Because it clearly high. So she requested to proceed with another comprehensive blood test. And I actually agreed with it. My dad, and it was the second time he came to any vet clinic in his life, formerly told me not to do any test on the cat, cause it seemed wasteful. As the only child yet the first-born daughter, and granddaughter of the family which clearly had enough with all the adults' minds, of course, I just turned deaf for whatever he said.
Back to the cat, eventually, after a day leaving him at the vet for the tests, my cat was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes. I was dumbfounded. And God knows how my anxiety skyrocketed. After having a deep conversation with our vet, I was still worried but it calmed me a bit. Yet, the vet suggested that insulin to be administered. Like being struck by the second lightning, I was dumbfounded, again.
