I am not happy about how often David likes to poke a needle in me. I have tried to tell him I do not like it at all, but he continues to do it to me a couple of times a week. He takes me into the bathroom or laundry room and pokes a big needle in my back. I try to break away from his grasp and get the needle out each time. I usually frustrate him enough that he gives up, but that backfires on me really. If I manage to struggle enough, I work the needle around and start to bleed some, and then David will just take me to the vet and do it there the next day. It seems I cannot win with this sub-Q fluid stuff!