I have had blood draws again and my little veins continue to fail me. I always get stuck in both arms. The worst is when they manuver the needle around under the skin trying to find the vein. Yuckity yuck! "Just take the darn thing out and poke me again. It hurts less! I promise! "
I also am doing the Gonal-F shots again. (These are FSH hormone injections that help the ovaries create eggs.) So far Austin has been able to give me all of my shots. Soemthing about poking myself freaks me out. Well he was dead asleep last night when I got home, so I decided it was time to buck up and teach myself how to do this. He starts traveling again and injecting myself was in the inevitable future.
Yep... it's definitely hard to intentionally stab yourself with anything. My experience went a little like this:
I really think the next time will be better... maybe. I have to say it was pretty liberating, which is mighty strange but true. I am proud that I conquered my ridiculous fear of needles. (Again, yes I have tattoos, but that seems different. I have been terrified of needles since I was little. Ask my mom, I hid from a nurse and I am pretty sure I sat on her lap for a flue shot... when I was 16.)
I am feeling pretty awesome about myself, which is fitting given the sign I painted at my girls night. This choice was inspired by my adorable neice Emma who's current fav word is awesome. She asks all the time.. "Was that awesome?" " Am I awesome?" Yes you are awesome you insanely adorable girl! That led to aunt B introducing her to the most awesome song ever..."Everything is Awesome!" You are welcome Kylee :)
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