i didn't keep count of how may times i've punctured myself that night, but the marks on my arm and tummy slightly scared me the folowing morning.
i felt a mixture of excitement and wanting to pull back the day so i won't have to do my rd that soon. i was just not prepared to die, or get somebody killed by inexpertly administering parenteral medicaton. yeah, it's irrational to fear 1 cc of distilled water in your skin, but i was concerned about the intramuscular administration. the needle didn't look small at all, and i was nervous about my partner getting nervous! if he doesn't get it right the first time, i'd have to go through the damned skin test again, the subcu, and the IM. so that night, aside from trying impress my sister, i took the 10 cc syringe (the only sterile syringe i had left), and rehearsed my rd, only with most of the infecton control left to be suppositions.