Ugh, I had to give Wailey his first injection of antibiotic last night. I felt like, well, a bully. Here's this gentle little creature.. and I had to force his arm out from the safety of his shell, then jab him with a needle, pull back on the plunger to make sure I wasn't in a vein, and give the injection. One-handed, since the other hand was holding that amazingly strong little arm. A few more hands would've come in.. uhh.. handy (haha). It just amazes me that he's so.. well, sweet. He has a mouth, and I bet his bite would hurt, but he won't do it. He just makes little sad noises. It's really quite heartbreaking. But, I need to do it to make sure he gets better, so I have to suffer through it.
It's a strange thing to deal with reptiles. There's really no way to comfort them, to make them feel good just by being kind to them, and that's a tough one to wrap your mind around. All the nurturing instincts that work so well with any creature who had a mama taking care of it in the past do absolutely nothing for the reptiles.
On another note, I've been pretty good about going to the gym lately, a few times a week, but haven't been very dedicated to it. And that just makes me be lax in what I'm eating as well; you feel so much more motivated to eat well when you're hitting the gym regularly and seeing results. Vicious little cycle, I'd say. But anyway, since I saw Ed the Triathlete, I've become even more aware of how far I need to go. So, I'm back into a routine. Last night was just Day One, but it felt good to go in there with a plan and get it done. I could hardly walk when I finished, so I did well. :) We'll see how it goes. One good thing is that I should see results pretty quickly. That's the great part about letting yourself go; results come quick when you do get back in gear, even if all those results get you is back where you were six months ago!