Ok, I admit it. I am an insecure comment whore. So Sunday's post is really troubling me. That's the fewest comments I've received in weeks! Of course, nothing can compare to other news, the amazing, the nearly good, and downright astonishingly horrible, in blogland at the moment, so if it's just that you've diverted your attention there, then I completely understand! That doesn't stop me obsessing, though. I've been reading it over and puzzling about why it clearly didn't seem very interesting. I guess I've written a lot lately about not much. I'm not planning on changing that, since, as we've discussed previously, this is my blog and it's here to help me. However, I do get a tremendous kick from your comments and the thoughts they provoke in me. So thank you. Again. And please don't perceive this as begging. I'm just observing, and I think indicating what a big part of my life this online community has become.
First injection was last night. I found the whole preparatory procedure quite stress-inducing. I followed the instructions to the letter, which is not usually my wont. I am the original, let's stick this wire here and that button there and then press this and see what happens, kind of person. But this seemed like the right occasion to actually pay attention to what I was doing. It took a long time, what with resting the needle in its outer case on a clean dry surface, and then swabbing the pen, and then attaching the needle to the pen, etc. etc. I know I sound like a ridiculous novice, but last night it felt like a big, momentous task.
I had a few set backs. I swabbed my leg when they told me to, but then got distracted by all the needling steps, and by the time I got round to pinching the skin, I'd forgotten what bit of skin I had swabbed. Then I swabbed again, but realised that that bit of leg didn't pinch well, so I swabbed a third bit, stuck in the needle and...I didn't feel a thing! Sure, it stung a little as I dispensed 50 units, but in the grand scheme of things, no biggie. What a relief. Tonight I'll be all: Pen, needle, swab, stick, swab, needle dispose, and OUT!
Now I'm just nervous about tomorrow's scan. Let's hope I get news as good as Nico's.
Congrats on surviving your first shooting up experience. It does get easier. In fact, it becomes second nature which I'm not sure is a good thing. Good luck with your u/s tomorrow!
Posted by: amanda | Tuesday, 02 August 2005 at 21:12
Amanda's right - I'm not a "do things by the book person" either, but I did it with the shots and it did become second nature...although I never did them in my leg, it just always looked like it would hurt more!
Posted by: Suz | Tuesday, 02 August 2005 at 22:10
Gotta second the others - the injections definitely get easier after you've mentally gotten over the hurdle the first couple of times.
Thinking good egg thoughts for you!
Posted by: Nico | Tuesday, 02 August 2005 at 22:20
You're brave to inject yourself in the leg. I've always done the stomach, if only because I have a lot more fat there. If you're really squeamish about doing the injections, get yourself a monoject-- this little device where you load the syringe, then tap the thing on your skin, et voila! No stabbing needed. It changed my life.
Posted by: mm | Tuesday, 02 August 2005 at 23:09
A comment for you.
Who isn't a comment whore? We all are!
Well done with the injecting. Big step & very brave of you. It must feel good to be "taking action"
Thinking of you for the scans.....post asap.
Posted by: Simone | Wednesday, 03 August 2005 at 05:00