SO SICK OF FORCEFEEDING THE GUINEA PIG OH MY GOD. It's not even the frustration of the process, or the fact that it takes like 45 minutes and I have to do it like five times a day, it's just that it's entirely exhausting. The guinea pig is scrambling all over the place, the syringes are getting messed up so they don't slide properly, I'm covered in half-dried hay slurry, I go to bed late and have to get up early and then it starts all over.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaagh. At work they were like "it's like you have a newborn" and i was like YES EXACTLY except that newborns like to eat things and the guinea pig hates it.
He is nibbling things and drinking a bunch, and finally there was some poop, so I'm cautiously optimistic, although scared that it really is a bladder stone and any minute it'll just get stuck and he'll drop dead. After all this, on top of being totally depressed, I'll be entirely pissed off.
In other news, Senga likes to press herself up against the bars like Lady Gaga in her prison cell in the Telephone MV. wtf.
exhausted