Stickin' it to Myself

I did it! Needle-phobic though I may be, last night was the first night I had to give myself a shot. It's a good thing I wasn't counting on DH, cause he started to get really nervous. And then I started to get nervous that since he was nervous, he was really going to pound that thing into the side of my leg. So I suggested I do it, and he readily agreed.

The thing is, once I made the decision I just wanted to get it over with. DH is so conscientious and wanted to read all the directions, even after having had training and reading them while eating his Weetabix that morning, and he looked really alarmed to watch me pinching my saddlebag with the needle two inches from my skin. "You're just going to go for it?" he asked incredulously. I mean, what else was there to do? I read over the instructions for how to fill the thing, it was ready to go, and all I had left to do was stick myself. Which I did, in one quick motion. And then I sat there looking at my leg thinking, "there's a needle in there like three inches." It was weird, but not painful.

It's like riding a bike. When you get down to it, when you've done it once, it's pretty darn intuitive. Plus, as long as you do it right, it doesn't hurt. I'm guessing I'll eventually find out what happens if you do it wrong, but at least that wasn't on the first go.