A quick update on the shot

It was miserable. I didn't even need my alarm last night as I awoke at 2am dreading the upcoming shot I had to give myself. I don't mind getting shots from others and secretly, and rather disturbingly, love watching the needle go into my vein when I am getting blood drawn, but there is something about giving myself a shot that kept me half awake with fear. When I got up I pulled out the mixture and followed the directions for creating my antibiotic cocktail, used my hand to locate the place I was instructed to stick the needle, cleaned the area off with rubbing alcohol, took a deep breath and stuck the needle in to my skin. It barely punctured the surface, so I tried again. It took me 5 times to get the needle in. Each time I would stop, regroup and ponder crying uncle. Finally, I pulled myself together, gripped the needle from the base and punctured through my skin. For anyone who has never done this, it is a very weird feeling; the needle slowly goes through the moderately tough layer of skin then it breaks free and effortlessly glides through whatever is under the skin all the way to the end of the needle. Either that or I finally stabbed myself so hard the only thing stopping the penetration was my fingers fiercely gripping the base of the syringe.

One more shot tonight and I dread it even more than last night.