Today, I am much less hurt-y and hate-y than I was earlier this week. I have, however, been one hell of a grump. I did not sleep well last night. I think it may be due to the Prednisone because sleeping is THE ONE THING I'm usually good at doing.
So... tomorrow is the big day, y'all. The day that I am supposed to stab myself with medicine. I am already dreading it, like a big squeamish baby. I swear I was not always this way. 😂😂😂
Anyone else out there ever have to do that? Any tips? I'm supposed to stab myself somewhere fat, like my belly or thigh. Thinking of stabbing my belly makes me want to flop out of my chair and smash my face into the floor to get the thought out of my head - so thigh it is!
I seriously hope that I don't chicken out. If I do Shaun will do it and he seems just a BIT TOO EXCITED at the thought of stabbing me. So, I'd really rather do it myself. It would be good if I could anyway - since I'm always with me and he's not.
HALP! PLEASE!
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