Human or feline, I hate having to do the "It's for your own good" medical stuff. It's one thing if I decide I want to check my own blood sugar, maybe it didn't work, so I had to do it again. I'm the only one "suffering" (with my lancet, I feel more of a tingle than a stick, when I lance).
Some of the worst moments of my life were giving Baby Girl (the first) eye drops back in 2004. She screamed. She fought. They hurt her. It was hell. I wished desperately I could find someone else to do it.
But it doesn't just apply to cats. Say I had to check Ron's blood sugars. Can you imagine what it would be like? It would be fun. I imagine, if I had to check his sugars, he'd carry on quite a bit. Maybe use the word "torture" because I had to stick him twice.
Sorry you have lousy circulation. Maybe I would have him wash his hands in very warm water, first.
I sure wouldn't want to be that person. Now, imagine I had other issues on top of that. "For your own good, I have to do this" "Are you finished yet?" "Ow" And I'd want to do a good job, not a rush one, because I love him and want him well.
But I can't talk about it. I can imply, walk around it, and that's about it. I would love to put up a photo, though.
I'm pretty sure he's fine with me saying he is no longer drinking any hard liquor, and no plans to do so in the future. He realizes it is a choice between his health and his drinking. Drinking (hard liquor) has lost the battle.
Thank God for that.
He is still drinking beer but it isn't affecting him negatively.
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