Funny, some years ago when I tried to give myself my own shot, because I don't have very steady hands, or maybe I just so happened to hit a vein (probably that), I sprayed a thin stream of blood all over the place in my room at the time (a little exaggerated, but it did get a good spot of the carpet). I came crawling out of my room, trying to keep anymore blood from dripping onto the carpet, told my mom, "well that didn't work out too well". She's asked what didn't. I told her "I tried giving my own shot, sprayed blood all over the place". She asked if I was alright, and why the hell didn't I just ask her to do it. I just wanted to see if I was capable of giving my own, just in case ever I had to. I never tried again after that, it only bleed for mere seconds really, but the whole sight of it made me even more squeamish than I already always was of getting shots to begin with. I always hated the whole shot thing, but felt better once it was done, don't have to worry about it again for another 2 weeks. You think getting shots for 8 years usually twice a month that I'd had gotten used to it and the whole needle thing not bother me, I could deal with it because I had to, but I had wished there were another way, my endocrinologist at the time refused to prescribe any other kind of hormone, said they didn't work that well, either take it this way or not at all, so I was stuck with having to get jabbed in the rear end by a needle every time I needed a dose of estrogen, oh well, it was worth it (I'm really missing those shots now).
