Last night became a bit of a panic scenario.  I got home from the
firm's Xmas do a bit (read a lot) worse for wear, and, as usual, the
first thing I do when I get in if it's late is Otis's insulin shot, as
it would have been a couple of hours late.  I noticed he had a full
bowl of food but didn't think anything of it.

I then sat down prepared to fall asleep on the sofa when DH informed me
that he'd already done the shot, he never does them as he's
needle-phobic but managed to one when I went away a couple of weeks
ago, we never discussed him doing it again though.  This meant that
he'd had a double dose in the last hour!

How to come round from a drunken stupor FAST!

I had to lock Otis downstairs so I could keep an eye on him, did a
google on what to do if he became ill, looked up the local vet hospital
number just in case, and then waited and watched.  I managed to stay up
for a couple of hours and he was fine, probably cos his dose is so
small, but it was really scary I can tell you.  DH now has strict
instructions not to do shots unless I ask him to!