The legitimate skin pop

It’s not really IM and it’s certainly not IV.
So you get everything ready and even though it’s nowhere near as critical you still make damn sure every bit of air is out of the syringe. Old habits die hard and it’s just part of the ritual.

I never used to use alcohol swabbing as part of the ritual, so that’s new. I guess with old age comes some wisdom. As well as being entitled to use a nice new needle every time, there’s certainly something to be said for that. When I think back... wuh, shudder. Some of the contraptions and last stand efforts. Gahh. It’s positively just gruesome what an addiction will cause you to do to yourself.

The thing with the insulin is, that I can tell the minute the needle starts puncturing the skin, if I‘ve chosen badly. I suppose I could retract and shift around for a better spot, but it feels like once you’re so far in, you’re committed. I could easily be wrong about this. Maybe it’s less bad to pull out and find a different location to go in.

But I can always tell right away whether it’s going to be a problem or a breeze.
Afterwards, sometimes it itches, sometimes it burns, sometimes it aches. Sometimes all three simultaneously or in rotation.
Today was one of the bad call days.