Out, Out, Damn Syringe

Yeah.  I’m not a fan.

This is my face after having medicine shot down my throat via syringe.  I am not amused.

My current medicine schedule is a bit complex, so mum has been showing up at what seems like random times throughout the day and night to take care of my needs.  Most of it I don’t mind at all, as it appears as balls of squeeze cheese, which I adore.  I can’t even see or smell the pills so that’s not terribly problematic for me.

But the syringe.  Full of what was oh-so-pleasantly described as a “slurry”.  Not to be confused with a Slurpee, which looks delicious.  The ‘ol slurry isn’t exactly tasty, and the administration of it isn’t exactly fun.  I have tried hiding in the closet, behind mum’s clothes, and running from room to room but damn if she doesn’t always find a way to corner me.  I can’t wait for this bit to be over.

The healing has begun and continues in earnest.  I wear my Suitical dutifully, happily eat my “bland” diet of homemade chicken and vegetables (or as it’s known around here, “dinner”), take my short walkies, poop like a champ, and continue to give mum the workout that’s she’s missing by running throughout the apartment avoiding the syringe.  All is good so far.

Love,

Otto Fizz