First, today is the last dr. visits for the month. More coming in January. Morning finger stick is 124. And I can’t have anything to eat until the first visit is done — doing an ultrasound on my aorta, so I can’t have anything to eat or drink. I’m taking my coffee, some snacks, and my insulin shot with me, since I won’t get back home until after 10:00 and that’s sort of late. Then I get a CT scan on my chest.

And this is what I just posted to Facebook:

I’ve had the boys since the fall of 2011, so it’s been just about 8 years. BigBoy has just recently shown he can sleep under the table once in a while, so I left him there, I rubbed his head and said I was going to bed. I had just barely pulled my covers up when I felt something bounce on the bed. And then paw around my feet. And then BigBoy found the exact middle of the bed, so that I spent most of my sleep time trying to find a position for myself that he approved.

I guess it takes time for a cat to get comfortable enough to sleep with its owner.

So now I go get ready for the clinic. See ya!