Friday, June 25, 2004

~Stick me

There's nothing like the thought of sticking an inch and a half of steel into one's thigh to get one out of bed in the morning.

I've been sticking myself for about a decade now, and I still hate it every time. If it didn't make me feel human and allow me to function better, I'd mind it more, but I sure wish there was an easier method available to me that worked just as well.

It's a dependency, and I don't like that aspect of it. It's a man made substance that I need... but, it's the same as being Insulin dependent, I suppose. My needles are longer and have to go through muscle, that's all. On the up side, balls are a liability. I don't have that weak spot.

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