Mezzo Swede

A Toast to World Domination
2004-05-23 06:02:03 (UTC)

Bio-Hazard!

Well, I did it. I stabbed myself in the leg with a
needle...and survived. I am afraid I don't have too much of
a drama story to recount, for which I am actually quite
grateful. However, the pharmacy did give me the wrong form
of the medication and I ended up having to resort back to
high school chemistry and make my own drug. There was a
very nice nurse helping me out though, so it was all OK.

I can't say that the initial stab was EASY. I had to put my
brain, and what little logic I have, on hold. After all,
inflicting pain on oneself, while still somewhat sane, is
rather counter-intuitive.

I felt like complete shit four hours after the injection.
All of a sudden it was as if someone had clubbed my skull
in with a sack of bricks. And then after they had done
that, they went and turned the heat off, and threw me in a
tub of ice cubes. That pretty much sums up how I felt.
Never mind the fact that mom managed to work me up into a
fury about some stupid insignificant issue. Talk about bad
timing. I got extremely angry. I hung up on her three
times. I am convinced from that episode alone that I need
to find a psychiatrist. I don't want to be able to get that
mad. And for crying out loud, it can't be good to be that
upset when you've just introduced super strong drugs into
your system.

The next day I felt fine. And I still feel fine. I
anticipate that I will feel fine until next wednesday when
I will again stab myself in the leg. The stabbing part
isn't so bad actually. It's the KEEPING IT STILL while you
push the fluid in....that's the creepy part.

Ha ha...I have my own bio-hazard disposal. It's small and
cute and red.




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