Yes, the bullshit above is my new life. Remember my post about all this a few months ago? Okay, 7 months ago. I was supposed to go in for a blood test riiiiight as we were leaving for Colorado in December. Needless to say, I never took the blood test. I know. I suck.
Up until now
She signed me up for a dumb class after I conceded that it was time to start shooting myself up. That call was yesterday. The class was this morning.
I arrived defensive and pretty fucking mad that it's come to this. I'm a pretty bad student. I don't pay attention very well. They said we could bring someone with us, but I like to do this kind of stuff solo. In case it involves emotions or something like that. ha.
The class was 3 hours long and we had to practice giving ourselves an injection. Whooooooeeeee. As I held that needle in my hand I totally needed a minute, and a few deep breaths, before I could do it. I held my fat between my fingers and stabbed myself. It didn't hurt at all! Two big dudes couldn't do it, so I felt pretty fly. :)
When I left the class I felt...good. Hopeful even. I learned a lot and I feel like I can really make the changes that need to happen. Although I do refuse to eat brown rice. Ugh.
Rebeca wants to know if I'm gonna get track marks on my stomach. :D
So that's that. We'll see what happens.
2 comments:
Shit. It starts with insulin next it'll be allergy shots and that will lead you to cortisone.
(sigh)
It's a slippery slope my friend. Injecting drugs and enjoying it. More importantly being good at it.
I hope you stay on the right path. The only path. The one that will control your sugars.
Good luck !
;-)
Boo. I would imagine that having to stab yourself would suck quite a bit. I'm sorry you're having to deal with all this crap but I'm sure it will help you to feel better and stay healthy, so that's a plus.
Isn't it funny to see how much more wimpy boys are than girls? LOL ;)
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