Kamir and I have had three SubQ sessions now, and they haven't been as horrible as I had feared.
I'm still a little squeamish sticking the needle in – it just feels so weird. Kamir cusses and squirms, but Rob and I seem to have a good system on holding the little shit. Unfortunately, I do feel I need to cover his head with a towel, because he will bite. Hard.
The cost for the fluids isn't too bad. It's the bloodwork that's going to kill us. I'm going to have to not do it as frequently as it should be done, but I can't help it right now.
In other news, dinner tonight is Rob's Teriyaki Chicken w/ rice. Yum.