You’re Capable Of Anything
If you thought you weren’t, think again.
“It goes under his skin, like this,” she said.
“First, pinch the skin at the back of his neck and draw it up. He’ll naturally go still. Then the needle goes right here, in that sort of triangle the stretched skin creates. Make sure you inject the full dose. Feel for any wet patches after. If it’s wet it means the dose didn’t go in and you’ll probably have to do it again.”
I hate needles.
The last time I went to the St. Thomas’s hospital for a blood test, I cried.
In my defense though, it didn’t help that it was my birthday and I was alone (my boyfriend was on tour, probably somewhere between Spain and Portugal). Also, a girl was playing full-on-goosebumps-beautiful piano in the echoey waiting hall. Yep, not helpful either.
When it was over, I sat in the hospital gardens watching the Thames for quite a while.
It’s strange really, given my mum has been a nurse all her life.
And then Rascal, one of our cats, got diagnosed with diabetes. Meaning he needs insulin jabs twice a day, after food, at around the same time. I knew it was going to have to be me. I’m home more.
