What really struck me today is how ordinary-seeming it is already for me to go ahead and inject myself. The prep, the needles, the syringe; this is only my fifth time doing this and it already feels like I've always done it. It's an interesting contrast to a friend of mine who, though he injects himself with insulin on a daily basis, still has his partner (who is a nurse) do his T injections for him. He says though that when he did his trial run with saline he pushed it too fast and would up with killer cramps where as I learned with T straight away. I wonder if that might have something to do with it? Either that or, being the odd duck that I am, I sort of enjoyed it the few times I messed up a little and did give myself cramps. At any rate, I like that I don't have to rely on someone else for my T injections.
And now, since food is only one of the best things in the world, I am at the very least going dancing tonight. But before I do, my mug shot:
