Mar 11, 2005 08:39
Most days I don't have a problem pulling out the pen gun and and taking it like a pro, I just do it and stick myself. I know it's coming and it's important to do. Even the act of pulling out the mini knife, popping off the top after it's been loaded, pulling back the cartridge and depressing the button. The quick clean feeling of it being inserted and milking my finger for "enough" blood for a reading. I don't normally have a problem, with it.
This morning though... I thought it was going to pierce right through to my bone.
It's good now though, I feel only a slight after feeling of a pain.
Thankfully, the whole process keeps me on track and is a good gage for where "I'm at." Letting me know if I need to kick it up a whole bunch of notches, hold back or continue doing what I've been doing. It reminds me to keep myself in balance. Keep myself in check.
With the past week behind me, knowing that I handled it like an adult and grew a bunch of inches is exciting. I thought the stress was going to make me exploded and Drew, gawd... I am going to mention yet again how fabulous he is. A good listener and came home the day of my meeting to give me a hug.