One down, a lot more to go.

Injections that is. I did my first injection of lupron tonight. Paul is leaving tomorrow and I leave for Ohio on Wednesday so I had to be a big girl and learn how to do my own injections. No time to waste. I have literally been fretting over this all day. I fretted over this all through church. I fretted all the way through dinner. Needless to say, I was pretty worked up by the time it came to do the actual injection. Now, I am not doing big scary injections. It's just lupron. With a teeny, tiny little sub-q needle. I drew my own medicine. I wiped my belly with alcohol. And then I started sweating. And I mean, really sweating. Even my feet were sweaty. I happened to be wearing crocs at the time and when walked to the kitchen to wash my hands for the 16th time (I'm big on avoidance technique) I squeaked and slipped all the way there. Time to suck it up, Emily. So I did it. I slumped down on the couch, grabbed a piece of my belly, and injected that little needle like a dart. I injected the lupron. And then I was done. What on earth was all that fuss about? I barely felt that tiny little needle. It was not a big deal at all. I can't believe I have to do this all again in 24 hours. Is it too early to already be feeling symptoms? I think I have a headache. Sigh.