I'm not gonna lie, I do not like starting my day with needles...it casts a shadow over the rest of the day, don't you think? You can imagine my dismay then when I woke up and was walking (well, teetering really) to the bathroom when I heard mention of 'B12' shots. Lets just say I quickly barracaded myself in the bathroom. I was not impressed with the way this day was starting.
Yah, they gave me the shot. I give in pretty easy, and actually kind of forgot what I was waiting for, or more likely what awaited me when I left. I'd like to clarify that I'm not worried that needles HURT, because, lets face it they don't, but it would be nicer if they did in a way, then I could more rationally hate them! But no. Instead, the idea of injecting some foreign substance into my body just doesn't fly with me. I'm not a fan. ESPECIALLY cause I got that damn PICCline, and I naively figured that I was in the clear for shots, and that they could just plug me in and inject me that way. Oh how not cool.
The rest of the day was alright to be honest. Amy took me out and we went to the drugstore ( :D ) and got some stuff and just chilled. It almost made up for such a bad beginning!