Ask Jason on my friends list what it's like to be at the receiving end of one of my injections....
No, better not, I think he's just finished therapy.
I can't do it. I'm hopeless. I even stuck him through my thumb once because I can't look at the needle. I was a mess. Hysterical. Dad got a phone call "I'm going to die from insulin poisoning".
There is very real reasons why I'm not a nurse. Blood is one. Needles is the other.
Get him on a pill - I'm ace at delivering pills into defiant moggie throats.
