Today was the day I learned all about giving myself insulin injections.
In theory, it’s a piece of cake. In reality, I’m a wimp.
I have this lovely “pen” so I don’t have to measure doses from a vial, I just dial what I need to take. Once the dose is selected, all I have to do is put the needle in my stomach or thigh and press the “plunger”.
What I didn’t count on was my own reluctance to put that needle anywhere near my stomach. I tried, three times I tried, to put that needle (all 6 mm of it) in my stomach.
In the end, I went into the bathroom and did my thigh.
And guess what, it wasn’t painful and was rather easy (once I stopped shaking).
The second dose at dinner wasn’t perfect, but neither was I scared anymore.
I am easily my own worst enemy!