Why can't you give a pig an injection in the butt? An explanation of the reasons
A pig's butt is not to be jabbed
This post was last edited by Chunxiao on 2009-12-15 19:35
Yesterday on the forum I saw a netizen say that intramuscular injection can be given in the buttocks, and I couldn't help but laugh.
A few years ago, I kept buying in pigs to raise. The pig house hardware and facilities were not up to standard, let alone heat relief and cooling measures. When the dog days came, it was damp and stifling inside beyond words. The summer of '03 was so hot even ghosts were panting with their tongues out. Fat pigs around 170 jin gaped and gasped. I knew deep well water could ease the pressing problem, so I hurriedly used a hose to give the herd a thorough, top-to-bottom drenching. The pigs were so happy they rolled and spun around, beside themselves. The pigs were refreshed, but the next day, I wilted. When feeding, I had almost no appetite. I went in and took my temperature: it was basically close to 40, with a runny nose, shivering and sneezing. I knew it was a cold caused by the cold water rinse, so in a panic I added medicine to the feed and fed it to them. After feeding for two days, I saw no effect. Some were getting worse in spirits, and their body temperature kept rising. And bleeding spots on their bodies gradually increased.
I was so anxious. So I gave intramuscular injections to some of the ones lying on the ground, extremely listless. With various Chinese and Western medicines combined with blood-parasite clear, I injected for three days. Some had their temperature brought under control, but another group (more than 40) still rebounded. The fatal thing at this point was that when I tried to give injections again, they simply wouldn't let me get near. Their eyes were sharp as anything. The moment you leaned forward, as if they had planned it together, they all bolted with a whoosh, and some even did the rogue-dog-through-the-crotch move and could knock you flat, leaving you on the ground wanting to cry but not even able to find a place to do it. Even dragging such big pigs by the ears was exhausting; your hands were as slippery as a loach, making it miserable all around. Then I noticed that when they gathered together, they always turned their butts toward me. A sudden inspiration: inject the butt. And so, the pigs' butts became my good spot for a time, shooting left and right as I pleased. Those guys couldn't see it, so they weren't frightened. In a very short time, I injected almost every single one of them, using sulfamonomethoxine and blood-parasite clear. But because these pigs were seriously ill and I didn't know comprehensive treatment then, the more I treated them the worse they got, and their spirits became even more listless. Because I had no confidence, and prices had fallen at the time, I decided to sell them. The pig hauler, led by the broker, soon arrived at my place. They could tell right away that my pigs were being sold because they were sick, so the price was more than one mao lower than the normal price. At the pig house they were also puzzled that two spots on the pigs' butts were red and purple. I said that this disease is exactly the kind that makes the butt red and purple. They had probably rarely seen pigs whose butts were bruised purple from injections, and they also believed what I said, so they bought all these pigs.
The day after they were taken away, the broker called me, furious, and demanded: so you're the one who injected pigs in the butt? The pig hauler was fined 1,000 yuan, and the boss cursed him until he cried like a child being scolded. He even came after me, saying I was in cahoots with you, partners in fooling them. How can it be like this? Doesn't that treat me like I'm not even human." He berated me until I had nothing to say. When I wanted to argue back a few words, the other side slammed the phone down with a bang. At the time I thought he might be bluffing, and I didn't believe the boss would fine a worker, so I didn't take it to heart. A broker is like paper wrapping a cake; he wouldn't cut off business with me just because of my mistake, but he rarely sent a truck from that place to pick up my pigs again. More than a year later, I finally saw that slaughterhouse's long-absent pig truck again, but it was a different crew. The pig hauler was from the neighboring village, and we all knew each other. After entering the pig house, he didn't look at anything else and went straight for the butts with full effort. He teased me: I really have to hand it to you people. Tell me, why did you have to inject the butt? Can those two big chunks of meat still be sold? The parts contaminated by the medicine were all yellow (because of the sulfa drug and blood-parasite clear). Would you buy them? Fenghe (the previous pig hauler) was fined a full 1,000 yuan, and the boss scolded him in front of everyone, saying he had a pair of blind eyes and couldn't do anything right, that eyes are for breathing and eating. A grown man like that couldn't save face. Your pigs are a very good breed, but I was nervous coming here. The boss specifically told me that when I came to your place, I should look at nothing else but check whether the butts had been injected or not. Last year when Fenghe hauled away those few dozen pigs of yours, the butt meat was almost ruined. The boss was so angry his face turned green and he swore he'd never come to your place to haul pigs again. If not for the broker contacting me, and because I know you, I wouldn't dare come either." Before, I thought the fine was just the broker bluffing, but now that this pig hauler said it, I couldn't not believe it. Sweat. It seems I was hung up at that slaughterhouse on a hundred-foot pole for all the wind to blow on, and the stench was so bad passersby covered their noses and fled.
This is the absurd thing we did that year. Thinking about it now, it's still a bit embarrassing no matter how I put it, and in my conscience it really feels like I got an electric shock. After all, because of my con, that man got scolded and fined 1,000 yuan. There was no grudge or feud between us. Those two chunks of butt meat contaminated by medicine definitely couldn't be sold. (The color turned yellow, and it tasted bitter.) Don't learn from me, everyone. Even if you're desperate, don't learn from me. Don't jab someone's pig in the butt.
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Starting from the original poster, I only just learned this too. What experience! I've learned something!
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Haha, I've learned something, thanks,
Yesterday on the forum I saw a netizen say that intramuscular injection can be given in the buttocks, and I couldn't help but laugh.
A few years ago, I kept buying in pigs to raise. The pig house hardware and facilities were not up to standard, let alone heat relief and cooling measures. When the dog days came, it was damp and stifling inside beyond words. The summer of '03 was so hot even ghosts were panting with their tongues out. Fat pigs around 170 jin gaped and gasped. I knew deep well water could ease the pressing problem, so I hurriedly used a hose to give the herd a thorough, top-to-bottom drenching. The pigs were so happy they rolled and spun around, beside themselves. The pigs were refreshed, but the next day, I wilted. When feeding, I had almost no appetite. I went in and took my temperature: it was basically close to 40, with a runny nose, shivering and sneezing. I knew it was a cold caused by the cold water rinse, so in a panic I added medicine to the feed and fed it to them. After feeding for two days, I saw no effect. Some were getting worse in spirits, and their body temperature kept rising. And bleeding spots on their bodies gradually increased.
I was so anxious. So I gave intramuscular injections to some of the ones lying on the ground, extremely listless. With various Chinese and Western medicines combined with blood-parasite clear, I injected for three days. Some had their temperature brought under control, but another group (more than 40) still rebounded. The fatal thing at this point was that when I tried to give injections again, they simply wouldn't let me get near. Their eyes were sharp as anything. The moment you leaned forward, as if they had planned it together, they all bolted with a whoosh, and some even did the rogue-dog-through-the-crotch move and could knock you flat, leaving you on the ground wanting to cry but not even able to find a place to do it. Even dragging such big pigs by the ears was exhausting; your hands were as slippery as a loach, making it miserable all around. Then I noticed that when they gathered together, they always turned their butts toward me. A sudden inspiration: inject the butt. And so, the pigs' butts became my good spot for a time, shooting left and right as I pleased. Those guys couldn't see it, so they weren't frightened. In a very short time, I injected almost every single one of them, using sulfamonomethoxine and blood-parasite clear. But because these pigs were seriously ill and I didn't know comprehensive treatment then, the more I treated them the worse they got, and their spirits became even more listless. Because I had no confidence, and prices had fallen at the time, I decided to sell them. The pig hauler, led by the broker, soon arrived at my place. They could tell right away that my pigs were being sold because they were sick, so the price was more than one mao lower than the normal price. At the pig house they were also puzzled that two spots on the pigs' butts were red and purple. I said that this disease is exactly the kind that makes the butt red and purple. They had probably rarely seen pigs whose butts were bruised purple from injections, and they also believed what I said, so they bought all these pigs.
The day after they were taken away, the broker called me, furious, and demanded: so you're the one who injected pigs in the butt? The pig hauler was fined 1,000 yuan, and the boss cursed him until he cried like a child being scolded. He even came after me, saying I was in cahoots with you, partners in fooling them. How can it be like this? Doesn't that treat me like I'm not even human." He berated me until I had nothing to say. When I wanted to argue back a few words, the other side slammed the phone down with a bang. At the time I thought he might be bluffing, and I didn't believe the boss would fine a worker, so I didn't take it to heart. A broker is like paper wrapping a cake; he wouldn't cut off business with me just because of my mistake, but he rarely sent a truck from that place to pick up my pigs again. More than a year later, I finally saw that slaughterhouse's long-absent pig truck again, but it was a different crew. The pig hauler was from the neighboring village, and we all knew each other. After entering the pig house, he didn't look at anything else and went straight for the butts with full effort. He teased me: I really have to hand it to you people. Tell me, why did you have to inject the butt? Can those two big chunks of meat still be sold? The parts contaminated by the medicine were all yellow (because of the sulfa drug and blood-parasite clear). Would you buy them? Fenghe (the previous pig hauler) was fined a full 1,000 yuan, and the boss scolded him in front of everyone, saying he had a pair of blind eyes and couldn't do anything right, that eyes are for breathing and eating. A grown man like that couldn't save face. Your pigs are a very good breed, but I was nervous coming here. The boss specifically told me that when I came to your place, I should look at nothing else but check whether the butts had been injected or not. Last year when Fenghe hauled away those few dozen pigs of yours, the butt meat was almost ruined. The boss was so angry his face turned green and he swore he'd never come to your place to haul pigs again. If not for the broker contacting me, and because I know you, I wouldn't dare come either." Before, I thought the fine was just the broker bluffing, but now that this pig hauler said it, I couldn't not believe it. Sweat. It seems I was hung up at that slaughterhouse on a hundred-foot pole for all the wind to blow on, and the stench was so bad passersby covered their noses and fled.
This is the absurd thing we did that year. Thinking about it now, it's still a bit embarrassing no matter how I put it, and in my conscience it really feels like I got an electric shock. After all, because of my con, that man got scolded and fined 1,000 yuan. There was no grudge or feud between us. Those two chunks of butt meat contaminated by medicine definitely couldn't be sold. (The color turned yellow, and it tasted bitter.) Don't learn from me, everyone. Even if you're desperate, don't learn from me. Don't jab someone's pig in the butt.
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Starting from the original poster, I only just learned this too. What experience! I've learned something!
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Haha, I've learned something, thanks,