Needles and such

What's funnier than a crazy old cat lady?

A crazy old cat lady with a diabetic cat and a severe needle aversion.

Turns out Mulder's recent slim down has been due to illness and not a strong commitment to weight loss. The vet just told me that, not only is Mulder's blood sugar level upwards of 500, I now have to give him shots twice a day.

There is nothing on Earth that freaks me out more than needles. Every time I've gotten something pierced, Julie's hand has been almost broken in two. She has suffered a great deal for my body art. I have yet to get a tattoo because I'm afraid I'll kill someone. I spent most of Thirteen cringing and peeking through my fingers as they covered my eyes.

So there's the needle aversion, and the fear that I will hurt the little guy. After explaining my fears, the vet had us come in for practice. He started with the two of us holding the needle together. Right before he stuck it in, I let go and started crying. Then he handed me the needle and told me to make with the poking. This was very upsetting, as we had already given him the insulin (I use the term "we" loosely). He assured me it did not hurt Mulder, and to prove his point, stuck him a couple times while I cried. Somehow, I managed to escape the senseless violence.

I woke up this morning, so hung over I could die, and got out the insulin and needle. Mulder ran by at lightning speed and hid. I was already late for work at this point. After searching my teeny tiny apartment for an eternity, I found him under the table, dragged him out, put him on the sink and gave him the shot. I've never been so proud of myself.

And I only cried a little that time.