A knock at the door surprised me tonight. I was already in my (very unflattering) pajamas and was preparing my big box o' fun full of injection stuff for shot number 2...
I had been craving pumpkin pie like nobody's business, and E and R made my night just a little bit sweeter with a wonderful personal delivery.
Nothing makes shot-night better like a dessert does.
And shot-night did happen. Just now. I did the injection without a nurse here to hold me down, to correct me. I went a little higher on my thigh - purely for fat - and it didn't hurt quite as much. I also didn't bleed, which was a well-deserved bonus, I think.
Then it was done. Needle removed, and emptied. Aforementioned box o' fun tidied.
Slowly, but surely, my pent-up emotions about this diagnosis are coming out. There was one teary moment last week, when I chatted with a fellow MS-er for hours. And tonight, another. I just sat at the kitchen table - leg stinging from the medication - and cried. I cried not because of the injection - but rather just allowed myself that moment I needed to get some negative energy out.
Crying feels good. And so does pumpkin pie...