well fuck.

So last evening was an amalgam of awful and horrid, and no, Crystal-cat is not getting the IV fluid injections. I have done these to Bebop-cat for *years*, and yes, he's a fucking pain to deal with. And I thought Crystal would be weaker and thus easier.

One word: No. She fucking FOUGHT. Bit, struggled, howled, it was fucking god awful. I ended up snapping and freaking out, Mom was in tears, we could *not* manage to get the needle in her, I was basically crying when I had to call the vet back. But they said it's not worth doing, that obviously Crystal is saying No to it. We're still going to try the erythropoicin injections, but if she fights the same way, she won't get those either. And if we can't do either of those things...well, that'd be the beginning of the downhill slide, basically.

Also, one for the it never fuckin ends department--this morning I was eating a chewy granola bar, and the inside part of one of my lower front teeth had a chunk chip/break off. WTF? I've never even had a cavity, but I have a tooth break? Better still, I can't get in to my dentist until Mon Oct 13, since I can't go between 9-3. Brilliant. Just brilliant.

And now to take Crystal to the vet to see if we can manage that shot-injection or no. Sort of feel like it's going to the gallows or something.