We got Cy's test results back yesterday and he was diagnosed with diabetes. I took him to the vet in the afternoon so they could show me how to inject him with insulin. The tech who was helping me probably thought I was a total ass when I rolled my eyes at the idea of having to get up at 6:30am to inject him. I can only agree with her. I am a total ass when it comes to sleeping until the last possible moment and wonder if I'll truly be able to get up on the weekends. I did get up at the right time today and proceeded to load up a syringe while humming "Final Hit" as I chased down the cat before his breakfast. I managed to prick my finger and am not sure whether or not he got a full dose, but what else would you expect with me?
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