I figured I should do it tonight, even though the boy will be home in another few minutes, since he’ll be up in Boston for the next couple of nights.  Figured if I was going to need to go to an emergency room in the middle of the night with my shot in hand, or go, syringe in one hand & dog leash in the other, to beg a friend to take me in for the night and stab me in the ass at bedtime, I should know now so I could plan for the unbelievable hassle.  So I gritted my teeth, preparing for humiliating failure.  

And, um, administered the shot just like I’ve been self-administering shots for the last year.  Yeah, so the needle was a little longer.  It’s not like there’s not ample butt, these days, for it to go into.  Hell, it was a lot easier than my stupid Lovenox, which comes pre-filled with bubble-filled meds delivered via a dull needle and hurts like a sonovabitch while it’s oozing into me.

I’m almost embarrassed by having made such a ginormous fuss about the PIO.  Hell, I think I’m embarrassed by having made a fuss at all.

It was easy.

Didn’t hurt. 

Didn’t make me faint.  Or bleed.  Or fall over shrieking and foaming at the mouth.  (All of which, I more or less expected.)

Um, I can really be a big baby sometimes.

But I’m still going to make the boy help me when he’s at home.