I was so stinking nervous beforehand. I’m thinking “how badly am I going to get hurt?” Seriously, that’s what Charlie can be like.
He got his busperin or whatever it is this morning, the first dose he moved his face and it shot all over the wall (it’s just a teeny, tiny bit, though). Luckily, there was an extra one in the bag since the vet gave him a dose before I picked him up. So, I got another syringe and gave him that (only .1CC).
Then I had breakfast (sweet potato pancakes) and took to calcium tablets to calm my nerves; I knew what was coming up. I got him to take his amoxi (wasn’t hard, love those pill pockets). Then I heated up the fluids, filled the syringes. Charlie sat on the kitchen counter, watching me with interest.
He wasn’t so interested when I grabbed him up, put him against my shoulder and had the syringes in the other hand. We went into my bathroom, I closed the door, turned on the light and sat on the floor, Charlie between my legs. The first try didn’t go so well, he moved because the needle stung and it slipped out. I got it back in again and pushed the syringe. He got almost all of that, he got away from me. I got a towel, placed it on the floor, put Charlie on top of that, then kind of wrapped his legs, then started the second syringe.
He was like WTF? But he got all of that syringe.
Yay! I lived! I didn’t get scratched or bitten. Whew.