It's needle day.
Chin up. Smile on. Sit up straight. Put on a happy song!
My last needle was on Friday, and it caused some friction between Jason and I. Hopefully, with two "needleless" days behind us, tonight will go smooth.
I'm just not into it.
I jump when the "big click" happens with the auto injector. We hardly ever use the needle "manually", as finding the right "speed" for the injection is a challenge. If you go too slow, or too fast, it burns. There was a time when I could give myself the injections, in either fashion, and now...I can't bring myself to do it.
The friction between Jason-the-needle-man and I is that he gets brought down by my "down". So then I get upset with him for not being the support that I need at this time. I want him to encourage the needle, and bring me back to where WE were at the beginning of this. I want him to make me laugh as he prepares the needle...this really isn't a stretch for him. He is a man with many voices and inner-characters! Instead, Jason is suggesting that maybe I should stop the Rebif for a bit. I don't like the devil's advocate routine on Monday's, Wednesday's, and Friday's.
We will both have some time to think about things, as I am off to Ontario on Thursday...in search of Rebif-pushers. Or maybe in search of my own inner strength on this one. I will need to administer 4 needles without Jason...
I have to go and take the needle out of the fridge (the butter keeper, to be specific)