I guess if you’re squeamish this post might not be for you, but it also depends on what pokes your squeam. Like I mentioned a few days back: I can’t look at drawings of animals dressed up like other animals without feeling nauseated. This is not that.
You can tell I’m stretching for ideas for Fluid Pudding posts when I say things like: I do not absorb vitamin B12 from food or oral supplements.
I used to drive to the doctor’s office every month for a B12 shot, but what a huge inconvenience that was for a person without a full-time job who had nothing but time on her hands! One day I asked the nurse to show me how to shoot myself, so she did. I never went back.
I’m now supposed to give myself a shot every month, but what a huge inconvenience that is for a person who is now working, but spends more than half of her time at home sitting very close to the room where the shot supplies are held! Like I do with many things in life, I wait until things feel weird and then I scramble. Before today, I hadn’t given myself a shot since July. (I know. I KNOW! Just remember that right now it’s (sort of) My Body, MY Choice.)
Look how pretty it is! It looks like Kool-Aid and it protects my myelin sheath!
This is what it looks like when I’m about to put it inside of me. (That sounds dirty but it isn’t—because I use isopropyl alcohol, which cleans your skin AND de-ices your car!)
Here I am pushing in the juice that helps me convert food into energy! Whoosh!
AND, done!
(I’ll probably try harder tomorrow. Thanks for sticking around.)
Wow!-who knew that was a thing? (I did not, at least.) Or that it would be so colorful?!
How was there no reference to someone or some*thing* busting through your wall and shouting “oooh yeeeaaaahh!!!” while administering your shot?? I don’t know if O could do that. Though I do test my blood sugar levels occasionally with a lancet.
And where, all these years, have you been hiding that third hand with which you took those photos, we readers are begging to know! Or are you perhaps double jointed to the point that your left arm bends back on itself at the elbow?
Being married to a man whose myelin sheath has been shot to smithereens for over 30 years now (and not with the good stuff you’re laying down on yours) I applaud you for whatever contortions are required to give yours the protection it needs!