Ok, so 83 is my guesstimate of how many more shots I'll have to do. But I'm more excited by the 1 down part!!
Last night I iced up my thigh, pulled up the skin and fat and sat there with the needle in my hand about to have a heart attack - I COULDN'T DO IT! So I handed the needle to Paul and told him not to hurt me. Then I changed my mind and decided I could do it myself. I tried again for a few minutes and still couldn't do it. So I handed it back to Paul and told him if he hurt me, he would die. I turned my head and he stuck me. It really didn't hurt that bad. Why do I always make these things out to be so much worse than they really are? Anyway, now I know Paul can give me the shot without really hurting me, so he has inherited a new job. I'm sure he's thrilled about it - haha!! We'll see if I'm this happy after the ass injections start. ROTFL!
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