It's a Crazy Life

That did not go as planned...or hoped...or imagined. My first Rebif shot in over 9 months, is one for the books.

And what did we learn:

Jason has a bad habit of beating himself up.

Things can happen so fast.

I may remain calm, but not necessarily smart.

I think that we were too casual. Or I was too casual, and Jason was nervous. That's more like it. I try to be casual and relaxed when it comes to injections. If I'm not anxious, then Jason won't be anxious. I don't anticipate pain or discomfort, as I don't want him to feel as if he is responsible for any pain that I may experience.

I thought we had it in the bag.

I rolled up my sleeve, found a prime spot in my arm, and reviewed the steps of pinch, poke, release, plunge, remove.

When Jason missed the release, the needle popped out...or something like that. The drug was still mostly in the needle. Some dribbled on the floor, and on my arm.

If you read the beginning of this post, you know what happened next. Except for this part.

I blindly stuck the needle back in my arm and finished the task.

I don't care about what happened. I care about Jason's reaction to what happened.

I hope this is just a blip...

Emily





1 comments:

Ladyfingers said...
February 2, 2010 at 10:54 a.m.

Oh dear. Recently D. decided to to give me my insulin injections in my arm. First time; pinch, poke, no release,I screamed in pain & shock because of where it hit, in went insulin, out came needle. D. said he was never doing it again if I was going to scream.
Jason isn't at fault. Stuff happens. Just out of practice & nervous the first time. Like D.

Since then D. has done several injections & is very confident.

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