Just beeping in so you know I haven't disappeared.
Emma had an ultrasound today (yeah, I know) and she has pancreatitis (don't know), fatty liver (I understand that one) and *horns blare* diabetes.
Bob and I have to learn how to give shots.
Bob said to me just a minute ago that he can't do it. He gets squicked out when his brothers prepped their needles (yep, three of his brothers have diabetes and they have had it since childhood) - you would think that would make it easier for him.
So guess who's going to be the bad guy?
Did I not do enough with Cody and the open head wound? Do I have to be the one the cat runs from when the needle comes out twice a day?
My vet loves me so I'm going to get her to give him crap and make him learn also.
I mean really, his friggin leg was torn open and he handled the 13 needle shots into the open wound to numb and the 13 stitches it took to close it. Hell, he fell asleep!!
Anyways, we're off to see our 'Arm & Leg' kitty in a bit so she knows she isn't abandoned.