This morning was my sanity injection. My normal nurse, Rebecca, administered it. I love her to death. She is so kind and understanding. She realizes how embarrassing it is for me to pull my pants down to be injected in my buttock.
"Oh my!" Rebecca said as she scurried to the counter to get gauze.
I turned to look and there was a puddle of blood on the floor.
The blood soon stopped. It happens from time to time, but has scared many a nurse at my doctor's office from ever administering my shot again.
What a difference my shot makes! Last night, I was really struggling. I was mired in those old anxiety attacks. I remember mom calling around 11 PM to check on me and all I said was, "HELP!"
"Your shot is in the morning," she told me kind heartedly. There was little else she could do.
Now? I am already feeling calmer just thirty minutes post injection. I can relax. My delusions are gone. The stinkin' thinkin' is dead in it's tracks.