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Trump’s new lawyer is a real scumbag and scam artist. In short, the protagonist of “Better Call Saul” in the flesh.

His Fraudulency Donald the Trump apparently throws a dart at the White House org chart to choose the new head of the Veterans’ Administration. The new head is White House physician Admiral Ronny Jackson, who, despite the misinformation in the referenced article, has been White House physician since 2012 (i.e., became such under Obama). The biggest thing that Dr. Jackson has ever managed is a surgical pod. Yeah, that’s great preparation for managing an agency with 360,000 employees…

In other news, triggered right wing snowflakes continue attacking children whose friends were murdered, mocking them and making up all sort of vile lies about them. Dudes. Being mean to children is not a good look. Ever. Agree or disagree with them, but being mean to them just makes you look like child-abusing shitbags. Laura Ingraham found out the hard way that nobody wants to associate with child-abusing shitbags, after losing half her advertisers. She then whined and issued an insincere apology. Sorry, Laura. Once you’ve already proven yourself to be a child-abusing shitbag, nobody wants to associate with you, no matter how many apologies you issue. Once a child-abusing shitbag, always a child-abusing shitbag.

And after all that nastiness, we need a cat picture:

The Mighty Fang admires himself in the mirror. He’s not vain, not at all!

– Badtux the Snarky Penguin


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TMF being bookish.

I paid my Target Redcard bill the other day. $90 worth of IAMS salmon pate’ in the month of January. Bloody cat eats better than me! He refuses to eat the much cheaper Fancy Feast. Because. Cat. LOL.

Thus far his blood sugar is being controlled by his expensive diet, though, so ….

— Badtux the Cat-owned Penguin

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It’s as if TMF has his own napkin and place setting at the dinner table, LOL.

It has been 36 hours since The Mighty One’s last insulin shot, which was 0.25u of Lantus. He had been on 0.5u for the 10 days preceding that, 1u for a week before that, and 2u for 5 days immediately after diagnosis where his blood sugar had measured 400+ on the lab test that diagnosed him as diabetic.

His blood sugar before his evening meal was 57 according to my Relion Confirm meter (which I’ve verified works by testing it on myself, though of course it reads low on cats). This morning, 24 hours after his last shot and an hour after he ate a meal, it was 71.

In short, it appears that my cat’s diabetes is now diet-controlled thanks to the Catkins Diet — as close to zero carb as I can manage. All I have to do is feed him very expensive wet food (he refuses to eat the cheap Fancy Feast, sigh!) and very expensive mail order diabetic kibbles (they aren’t sold in local stores), and voila! No more insulin shots.

Not that TMF cares about the insulin shots anyhow. He mostly ignored them, unless I accidentally hit something I shouldn’t have with the needle, at which point he growled at me until I took the needle out and stuck it some place better. That was only a couple of times though. Now, the blood glucose testing, that’s a royal PITA, TMF is a mellow baby but that uses every bit of his patience. I’m just glad he’s a nice cat instead of one of those hissy howly kinda cats.

BTW, here is what $70 worth of cat food and treats look like (the treats are freeze-dried chicken and fish chunk, zero carbs). No, I’m not joking. $70.

The red wine below the shelf is for me. TMF gets the good stuff. Sigh.

– Badtux the Cat-spoiling Penguin

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I added sparkles to my latest batch of home-made chocolate chip cookies (made to the Toll House recipe). Just because I wanted something more… festive… since my Christmas plans got cancelled in order to take care of my sick cat. Sigh. Oh well, Christmas plans can happen next year, while my cat likely won’t.

– Badtux the Cookie Penguin

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I have been utterly consumed with my cat recently. He was diagnosed with diabetes and I’ve been monitoring his blood glucose (finally figured out how to reliably stick him), injecting him, fussing over him, monitoring his daily input and output (see below for a screenshot from my catcam aimed at his litter box) and otherwise spending time with my cat rather than blogging.

One thing I have to say, though: If you want to pet my cat, ask. Don’t do like Florida Man, the world’s most inept supervillain, who rather than asking broke into his neighbor’s house in order to pet the cat. TMF loves being petted by new people. He doesn’t bite. Not unless you really provoke him, anyhow, and he’s pretty patient so it takes a lot to do that. Though he’s still a cat, so don’t fuck with him, or he’ll fuck you up. Because cat.

— Badtux the Cat-owned Penguin

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I don’t understand how these people are getting blood from their cats’ ears in order to do glucose testing:

Now, poking my cat and injecting him with insulin? Child’s play. Put his food bowl down and he starts chowing down like a starving cat. Grab some of his hide, tent it up, poke, squirt, done. He barely even notices, he flicks his ear maybe when I squirt the cold insulin into him but that’s it.

But get blood out of his ear? I’ve tried the heated rice pad. I’ve tried the warm water compresses. I’ve tried the ear massages. I’ve tried all of that, and *never* managed to get enough blood out of his ear to test. It’s like trying to get blood out of a turnip. A very squirmy turnip that’s pointy at five ends. TMF has managed to get more blood out of *me* than I’ve managed to get out of *him*. Sheesh!

BTW, I’m using the same Walmart-brand meter as the lady with the heated rice sock…

– Badtux the Bloody Penguin

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The good news is that I’m not diabetic. The bad news is that my cat is.

Poor patchy kitty

The Mighty Fang has been poked, prodded, and otherwise miserated for the past three days to determine why he was drinking and urinating by a ridiculous amount. The final verdict: His blood sugar was way high in the blood test, at a point where a human would have already ended up in the hospital. He was also spilling a lot of sugar into his urine, indicating that it wasn’t just a momentary stress high, though the blood test was so high that was pretty much out of the question anyhow. The good news is that we caught it early, before there was damage to his retinas or kidneys or liver, and before he crashed.

So besides changing his diet to a low-carb diet (accomplished by changing his cat food to canned Nutro Natural Choice, which he loves) we’re starting out with a small dose of insulin twice a day. The photo above is his breakfast after this morning’s shot, which I gave under the vet’s direction. Yeah, the vet shaved a couple of patches of his fur off to give me easier targets to shoot at. Poor baby, he’s looking so patchy! Talking about insulin, that brings us to Big Pharma conspiring to hike the price of insulin. Three drug companies control 100% of the market for insulin, and conspire with each other to hike prices in lockstep. The best insulin on the market right now is one called Lantus. It’s a long-acting insulin that is much smoother than the older insulins, your blood sugar (or your cat’s, in my case) stays steady for far longer, requiring less monitoring and fewer injections to get a stable blood sugar level. My vet warned me that it was expensive. “You’re going to pay $180, $185 a vial. The good news is that he’s a cat, so a vial will last a couple of months.”

So here is what I paid for one vial of insulin: $293.99. When I showed him that bill, my vet was like, “What? That’s insane!”

“But we don’t charge full price!” said the drug companies above. Bull fucking shit. “But we offer discounts!” Not to cat owners, they don’t. There was one $20 discount coupon I could have taken if I’d know about it. That’s *it*.

So why don’t I get a vial of that old school insulin that costs $5/vial? Well, Big Pharma isn’t charging $5/vial for it. They’re charging $80/vial for it now. And it sucks, it’s really hard to get good control with it. And the better insulin, Humulin, that was introduced in the early 80’s for $10/vial? They’re charging $237 for it now. And it’s not as good as Lantus. It’s barely better than the older pork insulin (“Vetsulin”) that is available for $80/vial. And they’re charging $237/vial for it.

How fucked up is our healthcare system that I’m seriously looking at Canadian pharmacy sites… for my CAT?!

Oh, my good news? Well, glucose levels in cats need monitoring just like in humans. It turns out you use exactly the same supplies to do it. It turned out that Walmart sells their own branded version of one of the most highly rated blood sugar testing devices on the market, it requires a tiny blood sample and is as accurate as anything else (i.e., not particularly, but good enough for cats). This evening I got back from Walmart with a boatload of diabetic measuring supplies — lancets, lancet devices, and of course the test meter and the metering sticks, which have an enzyme in them that then reacts with the glucose in blood to set up an electrolytic reaction whose resistance is measured by the device to come up with the final result. The next task was to figure out how to use them. To do that, I wasn’t going to torment my poor cat and his ears — I volunteered myself as the guinea pig instead.

It took me several attempts to figure out how to use the lancet device to prick my fingertip. Then the next attempt didn’t result in a big enough blood droplet to test. Then I realized I needed to press harder on the lancet device before hitting the button, and did so, and blood didn’t really come out well but with some stroking of blood towards the hole a nice bead happened and I touched the tip of the meter strip to it, it sucked it in, and the meter gave me a value that was totally normal. Yay, I’m not diabetic! At least not yet! Stick gauze over the hole, wait a while, done.

Okay, but how the heck do I do this with the ear of a cat?! I need to watch those videos again, grr. Because I can’t see how I can manage to prick TMF’s ear using this device, because his ears are really thin and sort of floppy. The meter works well, doesn’t require much blood at all (turned out the bead I made was way more blood than the meter needed), but the pricking looks like a real prick of a problem. It looks like I’m going to have to watch more videos, ask people on the diabetic cat forum what setting they use on the pricker for their cat’s ears, and otherwise do more research before subjecting The Mighty Fang to my unkind ministrations. Because somehow I suspect The Mighty Fang will be less tolerant of fumbling than I was myself :(.

– Badtux the Diabetic-cat-owned Penguin
Oh yeah, obligatory slam against His Fraudulency Donald the Trump — he said he’d let people import drugs from outside the country and would let Medicare negotiate drug prices. Well, it turns out that campaign promise was as fraudulent as everything else about Deadbeat Donnie. SIGH.

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