But I digress.
I now know that my gut is generally right when dealing with people. The vet we visited was so full of contradictions and bad advice it wasn't funny. They gave me meds that are bad for kidneys, while telling me they couldn't give me pain meds because they're bad for kidneys. They were worried about possible diabetes, but wanted me to feed food full of carbs. They told me they found bacteria, didn't want to do a culture to find out what kind, and then didn't find any bacteria when in the results after I insisted on the test. They didn't warn me of my cats condition or what to expect from the procedures they put him through on the way home, made "oh, she's INSANE" faces at me (strongly enough that even my husband noticed and he's normally oblivious to this stuff).
The worst part? When I asked if we could shorten the course of antibiotics because they didn't find anything and the cat wasn't responding well, they wanted to either 1) sell me a new kind of meds or 2) just let me stop them whenever I feel like it. I'm going to run with them for a week because I don't want to worry about setting up some kind of resistant strain if he has something, but this vet is the reason that superbugs exist.
And he charged an arm and a leg for the privilege.