This is Kass.
Tonight Wes attempted to give himself his 5th shot. I have been giving his shots since the first shot. Its usually a bit of dancing around in the bathroom to get him to relax because the needle is the size of a battle ship, but he has admitted that it is most times relatively painless. Tonight though there was a lot of “How are things going” and “Im doing it, sorta” going back and forth between the bathroom door. I dont have an issue with doing the shot, but I figure that since this is a lifetime thing he should get used to doing it himself, just in case for some reason Im unavailable.
Wes: I cant make myself do it, my hand is just hovering above my thigh. My muscles literally will not move.
Me: You need to put enough pressure behind it to break the skin
Wes: I just dont know how much that is…
Me: Do you want to practice on an orange or a banana?
Wes: We dont have either…
Me: How about a hotdog bun?
Wes: I just cant make myself do it…
Me: Ok, I’ll be in there to help.
Wes: No! Im going to do it!
Me: Did you do it?
Me: Ok, I will come help.
Next week we will try again.