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I cannot stand injections. Luckily its not so bad if i dont look at them. I dont like the sight of the needle penetrating the skin.
When i had my Appendix out last november, Doctor Merchandi was trying to get a sample of blood, to test what was wrong. He missed the vein 4 bloody times. And when Nurse Clarence came, she did it perfectly first time.
I have an unusually high pain threshold, apparently. But when the matron came to give me a morphine injections, it was thrust in so bad i screamed in the room ( dont remember this, i was out cold. Thankfully)
And oral injections are just horrible....plain horrible.

It's purely psychological for me; it really doesn't hurt at all. At least, a lot less than a big piece of glass in the arch of your foot, or a third-degree burn from backing into a barbecue pit (don't leave kids unattended near barbecue pits, especially if there's a large, angry dog in the backyard as well!).

...Remind me never to go near Tsuki in a built up area...

I must've missed something there...

Exactly. You are now deemed an occupational hazard. Associate with Tsukiyumi at your own risk.

The barbecue incident was when I was about two. I am somewhat accident-prone on occasion, though...

*meh* Needles don't bother me, once you get to the point where they have to take blood out of your feet it loses it's terror factor.

Edit: What's new? Came home after a perfect day at a friends to find the cat now has a urinary tract infection. Hooray! 148$ down the tubes because the thing is to lazy to clean her ass.

One more reason I don't own a cat.

Mikey wrote:One more reason I don't own a cat.

Well if you run out of chicken mid-month a large cat might get you through the week.

Eat my cat? It would shoot my cholestarol level through the bloody roof. Fat lump. its not so much he cant be bothered to clean, he has so much fat he physically CANT clean himself.

Reliant121 wrote:Eat my cat? It would shoot my cholestarol level through the bloody roof. Fat lump. its not so much he cant be bothered to clean, he has so much fat he physically CANT clean himself.

We had a cat like that, died of a heart attack thanks to obesity.

Timmy has managed to survive to 10 years now. And he's beginning to loose weight...finally. Its the dog chasing him we think *we've only had her for about 2 years*

he physically CANT clean himself

Got nothing to do with fat.
He's a he and male cats seem to care a whole lot less about cleaning (so says several barely understandable studies in several countries a few years back).

oh no he tries. Really rather hard. he simply cant reach.

Sorry I've been gone a few days. Been hanging out with my girlfriend who's been visiting from West Virginia for the past few days. She's heading home today though

But it was among the best five days of my life so it was worth all the trouble.