No matter how long you have been injecting yourself, how many needles have pierced your skin, it always sucks to have to do a shot. There it sits on my table, taunting me, warming up to room temperature to hopefully not sting too much. I don't even want to really know what's in it, cause I'm pretty sure that would freak me out. It's not even the needle sharpness that hurts, it's the med itself. Grrr.
Go away, you stupid needle! No, wait, come back. As much as I want to never see you again, you are helping me (in your own sick, twisted way). At this point I wouldn't be walking without you. I guess you are doomed to be a part of my life for the time-being. Sigh.