Then there was the time I hit a nerve...that was bad enough, but then I sort of LOST my nerve for the next few weeks.
So the first time I injected after that mishap, I was supposed to inject on the left side. I'm not as adroit on that side, so I did the right side again. I twisted around, saw the needle, hesitated, stabbed, hesitated midway...POINK.
I poked myself just enough to draw a bright red stream of blood. And it hurt. AUGH.
I tried again with the same needle. Took a deep breath, told myself, "Nothing has changed. You were just unlucky last week. Just ram it in like you usually do."
Wobble, quiver, POINK.
Another ineffectual puncture; the needle practically bounced off me. More blood, and the first puncture was still dribbling. I was shaking pretty badly by now, and my butt looked as if a vampire had made a serious miscalculation. I mopped up the mess and contemplated never injecting again, which, of course, would mean reverting to my former state. No, that was unacceptable. I had to have my T.
I finally got it on the third or fourth try, grimacing the whole time. But my supply of little spot Band-Aids was considerably depleted that day.