Tonight was my first self-injection. An "easy" one, using a fancy pen, rather than a regular syringe. It even comes in its own carrying case:
I wanted to be brave and do it myself, but couldn't. I prepped everything, took the cap off the pen, grabbed a pinch of belly fat...and froze. Matt fetched an ice cube, and I numbed my pinch of belly fat, and held up the pen...and froze. Thank goodness for amazing husbands who aren't afraid to stick their wives with needles. And I don't know if it was the ice or the tiny needle, but I didn't feel a thing. So with a little fear of the unknown out of the way, hopefully I will be able to get over my fear and do it myself tomorrow night.
I wanted to be brave and do it myself, but couldn't. I prepped everything, took the cap off the pen, grabbed a pinch of belly fat...and froze. Matt fetched an ice cube, and I numbed my pinch of belly fat, and held up the pen...and froze. Thank goodness for amazing husbands who aren't afraid to stick their wives with needles. And I don't know if it was the ice or the tiny needle, but I didn't feel a thing. So with a little fear of the unknown out of the way, hopefully I will be able to get over my fear and do it myself tomorrow night.
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