Nov 22, 2008 15:33
I had to change my infusion set last night (which is always a joy... jk), and what was different from usual was that I tried injecting into my stomach, which is something I have not done yet with my new Quiksets. Usually I stuck them in my butt, but I've been getting bad blood sugar readings lately, so I decided to try a new site. The automatic injector for the Quiksets (aptly named the Quikserter) is a demon of a device because it thrusts the needle towards my skin at a speed of mach 3 at least. Scary. Anyway, I'd gotten used to using the Quikserter on my butt, but when it came time to do it to my stomach, I definitely wasn't expecting the speed (and loud CLUNK! sound) at which the needle was injected, and it threw my body into shock. It actually startled me into hyperventilating. My heart was pounding, I was gasping for air and not getting any, and I was so scared by the whole event that I started crying. Thankfully the gulps for air involved with the sobbing helped kick me out of the hyperventilation cycle and I was able to regain my normal breathing pattern, but crap, that was unexpected and certainly not fun.
Having more fun today by watching live webcasts for the virtual World Massage Conference. I've been learning so much and really enjoying myself, but this last webcast got me on edge again because it included slides of corpses and pieces of corpses. Memories of anatomy lab, eeeuuggghhh. I don't know why but stuff like that makes me queasy and elevated heart rate and shaking and all that jazz. Panic attack regarding death? I dunno. It just freaks me out in both a physical and emotional way. Good times, good times. :-(