It’s Sunday, September 12, 2010 and DS1’s 46th birthday. I picked an unusual way to celebrate. I shot myself in the leg.
It was no accident. It was a calculated thing. I got out my vial of B-12, a syringe, alcohol prep pads and a plastic water bottle. I had already thoroughly washed my hands. I tore the packaging on the syringe, muscled my way to the alcohol prep pad (the wrapper is much tougher than the ones we use to clean the scanners at work) and copied the process I’d seen so many times in the past few months.
The rubber stopper on the vial was duly wiped with alcohol. I picked up the syringe, pulled the plunger back to 1 cc then pushed the needle into the stopper. Injecting the air into the bottle, I pulled back on the plunger until I had 1 cc of B-12. Freeing it from the vial, I held it with the needle pointing upward and tapped on the syringe to release any air bubbles, then pushed the plunger in until the B-12 beaded on the end of the needle. My leg was then wiped with a prep pad and I poised to strike.
I’d already prayed I would be able to go through with it but I shut my eyes, anyway, and breathed another quick plea for courage. I’m not a chicken where needles are concerned, but this was the first time I’d self-injected. I opened my eyes, jabbed my leg and immediately pulled it out. I figured my leg was still clean so before I could call the whole thing off, I thrust the needle in up to the shank (is that what it’s called?) and then pushed in the B-12. Pulling the needle out, I observed I’d either hit a vein or the B-12 was overflowing.
I used the prep pad to mop up the excess but it was still coming out so I got some toilet tissue and got the rest—I thought. Then I went in and asked DS1 for a bandaid. When I pulled up my shorts leg to put it on, I found there was a bit of something on the inside. I used a “spot” bandage to cover up the microscopic hole. And that was that. I was initiated.
I’d talked to my Seattle naturopath on Friday and he asked me how I was doing. I truthfully told him that I was a lot better but I’d been cut down to once a month on the B-12. He was concerned and said he would like for me to have the injections, minimum, weekly. So…I’ll talk to my doc again. I didn’t tell him I was going to have to self-inject. Soon, I will have to schedule a phone consult with the naturopath. It won’t be long until the three month mark. Friday’s call was in regard to the bill I’d received.
On the walking front, I put in 2.5 miles each Monday-Wednesday, 3 miles on Thursday but only 11 laps (just short of 2 miles) on Friday. It was starting to rain when I ran out of time so I gave up and left. Some days, I got in over 12k steps. Others, it was maybe 7 to 8k. Except for when I’m under severe stress, my headaches are history.
I’ve added Essential GSH of my own accord and have taken four doses. It has to be mixed with water or juice and then guzzled immediately. Time will tell if it’s beneficial. Eventually, I would like to get off all the supplements but I have to get back where I once was before I can see my way clear to do it.