This week wasn’t supposed to be a his/hers needle-athon. Yesterday started off like an ordinary Thursday. Chris was taking out the trash (scoring hubby points) and I was getting dressed for work. All the sudden, I heard Chris call out, “Honey, I need you.”
His voice sounded urgent.
I ran (topless) across the house to find him leaned over the kitchen sink clutching his middle finger. I’ll spare you the details, but it wasn’t a pretty picture. He’d had a run-in with a sharp aluminum can while taking out the garbage. One look at his finger, and I knew he needed stitches.
In lieu of proper medical attention, somehow I got sweet-talked into helping Chris glue his finger together with surgical adhesive. He slapped a few bandages over the glue, and headed off to work. When he got home that evening, we reassessed the situation and decided to go get it checked out by the pros.
Chris getting stitches like a champ.
At Urgent Care they took great care of him. They stitched up his wound and sent him home with a super cool splint that makes him flip the bird all the time. The splint will keep him from bending his finger and tearing the stitches out. We got home nice and late from the doctor, and I laid in bed thinking about the needles of my own I’d be facing in the morning.
Chris giving the thumbs up to our collection of meds. Or maybe he’s flipping them off? 😉
I awoke feeling confident. I’ve watched the injection administration video multiple times. The needle looked non-threatening and the dosage was small. I felt ready. Until it came time to administer it. My hands started shaking uncontrollably. My face flushed a brilliant crimson. I started to cry.
Due to Chris’s finger incident, he was home this morning recovering and taking it easy. Chris reminded me how oftentimes we don’t gain the courage required to do something until after we do it. He reminded me to take deep breaths and relax. It was just the moral support I needed.
Since I was jittery, I ended up pushing the needle in a little too slowly for comfort. So I learned that next time I’ll want to do it faster. But guess what? The first injection is behind me. I know each day will get a little easier. Pretty soon I’ll be injecting shots like the pros. I hope. 🙂
First one down! Ready for more tomorrow.