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More of Sir Fuckwad
May. 7th, 2007 12:42 pmSo mid-morning this morning, as I'm examining and vaccinating a dog in the back of the clinic, and preparing to go into my next appointmen, Sir Fuckwad and the diabetic dog come wandering into the treatment area. No appointment. Unescorted. Unleashed. Dog starts urinating on the floor and wandering around, tracking muddy urine all over the room. Sir F says "my way's not working, I brought him in to recheck his sugar and see if there's anything you can do for him."
"We can start him on insulin, like I discussed with you last week. But right now, I'm rather in the middle of something, so you'll have to go back up to the lobby and wait until I'm done with this appointment."
I have one of the techs round the dog up and put him in a run, since Sir F seems incapable of understanding the concept of a leash, and I go see the cat that's waiting for me.
So when I pull more blood from diabeticboy (DB), who's now quite a bit more depressed and wobbly than he was last Friday, and by golly guess what? On antibiotics and diet change, as expected, his blood sugar has gone up another 250g/dl. (For the curious, normal is about 100. Today, he's above 600.)
Go up and talk things over with Sir F, and it seems that (gasp, shock!) DB had been getting worse. He drinks incessantly and then vomits it back up. Pees all over the place, and won't eat anything, won't get up and do anything. I once again discuss diabetes, and inability to get sugar into the cells, starving to death on a cellular level, blah blah. Because DB is vomiting, I tell SirF that we really should hospitalize him and start on injected fluids to prevent severe dehydration. But unless we start insulin, there's no point doing anything. At which point I expected him to say that we should just put the dog down.
So here's the actual, real shocker--DB's in hospital on IV and insulin now. He's actually letting me try to treat him (now that he's in terrible condition, of course). So send good wishes for the lug, I suppose.
http://draggonlaady.livejournal.com/89086.html
"We can start him on insulin, like I discussed with you last week. But right now, I'm rather in the middle of something, so you'll have to go back up to the lobby and wait until I'm done with this appointment."
I have one of the techs round the dog up and put him in a run, since Sir F seems incapable of understanding the concept of a leash, and I go see the cat that's waiting for me.
So when I pull more blood from diabeticboy (DB), who's now quite a bit more depressed and wobbly than he was last Friday, and by golly guess what? On antibiotics and diet change, as expected, his blood sugar has gone up another 250g/dl. (For the curious, normal is about 100. Today, he's above 600.)
Go up and talk things over with Sir F, and it seems that (gasp, shock!) DB had been getting worse. He drinks incessantly and then vomits it back up. Pees all over the place, and won't eat anything, won't get up and do anything. I once again discuss diabetes, and inability to get sugar into the cells, starving to death on a cellular level, blah blah. Because DB is vomiting, I tell SirF that we really should hospitalize him and start on injected fluids to prevent severe dehydration. But unless we start insulin, there's no point doing anything. At which point I expected him to say that we should just put the dog down.
So here's the actual, real shocker--DB's in hospital on IV and insulin now. He's actually letting me try to treat him (now that he's in terrible condition, of course). So send good wishes for the lug, I suppose.
http://draggonlaady.livejournal.com/89086.html
