Swiper, NO SWIPING! (Aw maaan!)

I have a new nickname.  Mom calls me Swiper (I think it's from Dora the Explorer).  Every night around 2:30am I "clean off" mom's bedside table by swiping everything onto the hardwood floor.  I also am really good at cleaning off the dining room table and the end tables in the living room.  What can I say, I take after Grandpa (aka Mr.Clean).  I think I'm doing mom a favor but she ends up getting mad for some reason. She also has been complaining a lot because she never gets to sleep in anymore.  My insulin has to be given twice a day around 7am and 7pm...even on the weekends, Mom.  I pretty much can tell when 7am approaches, so I typically start doing a "pre-wakeup call" around 6am every day by batting at the alarm clock, trying to make it go off early.  Sometimes I get lucky and hit the button to make the radio turn on.  Other times I'm not so lucky and accidentally turn OFF the alarm, which doesn't seem to make mom very happy when it happens on weekdays.  Good thing she has an alarm set on her phone too!

Caught red-handed:

Swiper, No Swiping!!

Since I haven't really written about my health lately, I guess I'll throw that in too.  I've been going for checkups about every 10 days to see how my blood sugar is doing.  As soon as mom gets out the red leash, I'm hiding under the bed in the very middle where she can't reach me.  I hate riding in the car but once I get there it's not so bad.  The ladies LOVE me and threaten to "kitnap" me if Mom's not careful. My last trip was interesting...the doctor called mom because she wanted to tell her that my blood sugar had dropped.  Mom thought this was good news, until the doctor said it dropped to 57.  (It was in the 400s two weeks before).  It's supposed to be around 110, but if it gets too low I can start having seizures. So we're going to cut back my insulin intake a little bit and see if that evens me out.  Aside from that, I'm pretty much the same except for my walk/run and jumping abilities.  I can't really run anymore and I walk like a drunken sailor.  I have to concentrate really hard if I want to jump on the couch (the first attempt is usually unsuccessful).  My hind legs just aren't working the way they used to.  The docs aren't sure if it's neurological or diabetes related.  It could get better, get worse, or stay the same.  Time will tell. Mom worries about me but the doc assures her I'm not in pain.  I'm still my lovable, local self with a gimp walk.  

Thanks to everyone for thinking of me and the well wishes!

Love,

Swiper