Re: Peggy - Needles & Auto-Ject & I'm So Sorry

[Guest guest]

I'm sure it was unintentional, Donna~my son, Luke, almost passes out at the sight of a needle. He HAD to leave the room any time I'd even take one out of the fridge. AND he's 6 yrs older than . But it has nothing to do with age at all. I have a brother who is 4 yrs older than me, and he faints sometimes at even a conversation about blood or guts. Yes, truly fainted. For years, they thought he had epilepsy--he was even on Phenobarb--as he'd pass out at odd times--on an airplane, at church ,as an altar boy--but he doen'st have a seizure disorder, so he's off drugs. No one can quite figure out 'what' his 'problem' is, but he's effected quite easily. Love to you, and all~kate

Peggy - Needles & Auto-Ject & I'm So Sorry

Peggy,

I have to apologize to you, I really do.. You know the word association game that people play? Well that seems to be the game my brain is playing with itself at 6 a.m. this morning. After Zucco woofed in my face, and I'm crossing my fingers on this one; I think he's finally learned to woofe in my face BEFORE he poops on the living room floor! and both puppies were out, did their business and while I THOUGHT I was going to get to go back to bed for another 10 to 15 minutes, until Zucco wanted up in the bed and Buster became a little snot and moved his butt from the perfectly fine position he was in, to spread out all over the bed so Zucco would have a hard time finding a spot to lay down..and of course I HAD to get up because there was NO room for me..

Well, I'm sitting here reading through the last couple of e-mails that came in this morning. I remembered through bleery eyes, how I came to learn how to do subcutaneous injections, and the fact that I've always been curious about things like that. I was even looking forward to watching them do the bone graft on my ankle when I found out I was having a spinal for that surgery... THEN I found out they'd be giving me enough Versed that I wouldn't be awake at all, except for certain short periods of time. I know I woke up just about long enough to ask the doc if he was starting to work on my hip (that's where they took the bone from), and he asked me if I could feel it, and I said.. nope.. just a pressure, like he was pushing on it or something.. I saw him look at the anesthetist and the boom-boom out went the lights again.. so I didn't get to watch the bone graft..

But I've always been curious to watch and learn stuff like that.. I thought and still think it's kewl.. Well I learned subcute injections when I came downstairs one more to find her struggling with her arm up against a wall, trying to inject her insulin in an arm...I was leary at first when she told me it was easy to do, and I HAD to at least talk to the doctor before I'd inject for her but before long, I was helping her with her hard to reach places for injection.. And the word association thing in my brain kept rolling...

Then I was thinking about how many children with Juvenile Onset Diabetes were giving themself injections... and then POW it hit me like a Mack Truck hauling a load of concrete blocks!..

I forget that because I'm curious about something, or I know how to do something, or because I'm interested in something.. that not everybody else IS as I am.. and I remembered my little brother (who's not so little anymore).. and just how phobic he was concerning needles... I watched him nearly destroy a doctor's exam room when he had to have some injection or another.. and he was very little.. and little kids CAN climb all over a room like monkeys when they think they have to (sometimes when they don't think they have to but just want to as well)...

But that picture came back as clear as a bell this morning.. Then the memory of the dentist cussing my parents out and my brother AND telling them to NEVER EVER bring him back to his office again... I don't remember HOW that tooth that needed pulled eventually got pulled... And then again.. when he was in his early teens maybe.. I know he was tall enough to fill up the length of a gurney in the E.R... and he'd been exposed to Mono.. and then was running a fever and I think his throat was swelled up as well.. Mom and dad were busy, or maybe on vacation... so I HAD to take him to the E.R... and there were FIVE nurses and myself laying across him on that gurney until they drew blood.. He was a little more still that time than I really expected.. then later I learned why... yeah.. he was in his very early teens or had just entered puberty.. and the reason he laid more still than expected... A fairly well endowed nurse was the one at his head region.. and yeah.. her ta-ta's were in his face!!! LOL...

But now realizing that I've been trivializing what to you is such a major major problem.. I do have to apologize to you profusely this morning.. I must appear totally heartless.. I am really sorry.... Your fear of needles and self-injecting is every bit as real as Trista's contaminated floors are to her, and my need for music and other things to be in a certain order, or Val having to wash her hands and all the other things that we have been joking about recently.. To the person it affects, it's extremely important.. though some of us (smacking myself on the head) just don't think about how REAL the situation is to someone else.. I once again apologize for my rude and crude thoughtlessness.. I am sincerely sorry.

|}onna

[Guest guest]

Donna,

No need to apologize, I know that everyone has fears, I seem to have

alot of them. I KNOW that I HAVE to do this. I fear that I am still

in denial a bit over this whole thing. Even after a year, almost.

When I was young, in 2nd grade when I had rheumatic fever I spent

most of the school year in the hospital. My teacher came a few times

a week to tutor me. It was agonizing being so young and alone at

night and alot during the day and away from my sisters mostly. You

would have thought that I would have gotten used to needles. I had

blood taken every day while I was there. I got to the point where I

didn't even need to have the rubber thing on my arm. I just used to

make a fist and hold the upper part of my arm with my other hand. How

sad is that?

I remember coming home for Thanksgiving and not being able to go to

my Gramma's with the rest of my sisters and having to eat at home

while I laid on the couch and ate off a tv tray in the living room. I

ended up going back to the hospital that night. At that time I didn't

even weigh 50 lbs. I think maybe there was something other than

rheumatic fever going on at the time, but what did I know. I was on

penicillin for 8 years!!! Yeah, don't ask me!!! By the end of 3rd

grade I finally weighed in at 53 lbs. to the satisfaction of my dr.

who had threatened me with more hospitalization if I didn't get over

50 lbs by then.

So when it comes to needles, you'd think I'd be a pro. I don't mind

having blood taken, I can just turn my head. The thought of having to

have a shot every day for the rest of my life, I just can't get past

it. On top of that, my Dad is diabetic as well and I had gestational

diabetes when I was pregnant with both kids so it's probably just a

matter of time for me with that. Geez, am I a downer or what? LOL!!!

Well, I am on my way out to shop for end of the year gifts for 6

preschool teachers and aides and a busdriver and bus aide and a

nurse!!! Wish me luck, hoping to get off cheaply!!! Yeah, right,

LOL!!!

Hugs,

Peggy

>

> Peggy,

>

> I have to apologize to you, I really do.. You know the word

association game that people play? Well that seems to be the game my

brain is playing with itself at 6 a.m. this morning. After Zucco

woofed in my face, and I'm crossing my fingers on this one; I think

he's finally learned to woofe in my face BEFORE he poops on the

living room floor! and both puppies were out, did their business and

while I THOUGHT I was going to get to go back to bed for another 10

to 15 minutes, until Zucco wanted up in the bed and Buster became a

little snot and moved his butt from the perfectly fine position he

was in, to spread out all over the bed so Zucco would have a hard

time finding a spot to lay down..and of course I HAD to get up

because there was NO room for me..

>

> Well, I'm sitting here reading through the last couple of e-mails

that came in this morning. I remembered through bleery eyes, how I

came to learn how to do subcutaneous injections, and the fact that

I've always been curious about things like that. I was even looking

forward to watching them do the bone graft on my ankle when I found

out I was having a spinal for that surgery... THEN I found out they'd

be giving me enough Versed that I wouldn't be awake at all, except

for certain short periods of time. I know I woke up just about long

enough to ask the doc if he was starting to work on my hip (that's

where they took the bone from), and he asked me if I could feel it,

and I said.. nope.. just a pressure, like he was pushing on it or

something.. I saw him look at the anesthetist and the boom-boom out

went the lights again.. so I didn't get to watch the bone graft..

>

> But I've always been curious to watch and learn stuff like that.. I

thought and still think it's kewl.. Well I learned subcute injections

when I came downstairs one more to find her struggling with her arm

up against a wall, trying to inject her insulin in an arm...I was

leary at first when she told me it was easy to do, and I HAD to at

least talk to the doctor before I'd inject for her but before long, I

was helping her with her hard to reach places for injection.. And

the word association thing in my brain kept rolling...

>

> Then I was thinking about how many children with Juvenile Onset

Diabetes were giving themself injections... and then POW it hit me

like a Mack Truck hauling a load of concrete blocks!..

>

> I forget that because I'm curious about something, or I know how to

do something, or because I'm interested in something.. that not

everybody else IS as I am.. and I remembered my little brother (who's

not so little anymore).. and just how phobic he was concerning

needles... I watched him nearly destroy a doctor's exam room when he

had to have some injection or another.. and he was very little.. and

little kids CAN climb all over a room like monkeys when they think

they have to (sometimes when they don't think they have to but just

want to as well)...

>

> But that picture came back as clear as a bell this morning.. Then

the memory of the dentist cussing my parents out and my brother AND

telling them to NEVER EVER bring him back to his office again... I

don't remember HOW that tooth that needed pulled eventually got

pulled... And then again.. when he was in his early teens maybe.. I

know he was tall enough to fill up the length of a gurney in the

E.R... and he'd been exposed to Mono.. and then was running a fever

and I think his throat was swelled up as well.. Mom and dad were

busy, or maybe on vacation... so I HAD to take him to the E.R... and

there were FIVE nurses and myself laying across him on that gurney

until they drew blood.. He was a little more still that time than I

really expected.. then later I learned why... yeah.. he was in his

very early teens or had just entered puberty.. and the reason he laid

more still than expected... A fairly well endowed nurse was the one

at his head region.. and yeah.. her ta-ta's were in his face!!!

LOL...

>

> But now realizing that I've been trivializing what to you is such a

major major problem.. I do have to apologize to you profusely this

morning.. I must appear totally heartless.. I am really sorry....

Your fear of needles and self-injecting is every bit as real as

Trista's contaminated floors are to her, and my need for music and

other things to be in a certain order, or Val having to wash her

hands and all the other things that we have been joking about

recently.. To the person it affects, it's extremely important..

though some of us (smacking myself on the head) just don't think

about how REAL the situation is to someone else.. I once again

apologize for my rude and crude thoughtlessness.. I am sincerely

sorry.

>

> |}onna

>

[Guest guest]

Donna, what time did you type this? The reason I ask, is that I do some major thinking when everyone else is asleep. lol. Your post reminds me of some I have written, in those wee hours when I "get a revelation". Yep..... don't mess with my contaminated floors! lol. (((hugs to Donna)))

~Trista~********************************When the world says, "give up,"Hope whispers, "try it one more time."

Peggy - Needles & Auto-Ject & I'm So Sorry

Peggy,

I have to apologize to you, I really do.. You know the word association game that people play? Well that seems to be the game my brain is playing with itself at 6 a.m. this morning. After Zucco woofed in my face, and I'm crossing my fingers on this one; I think he's finally learned to woofe in my face BEFORE he poops on the living room floor! and both puppies were out, did their business and while I THOUGHT I was going to get to go back to bed for another 10 to 15 minutes, until Zucco wanted up in the bed and Buster became a little snot and moved his butt from the perfectly fine position he was in, to spread out all over the bed so Zucco would have a hard time finding a spot to lay down..and of course I HAD to get up because there was NO room for me..

Well, I'm sitting here reading through the last couple of e-mails that came in this morning. I remembered through bleery eyes, how I came to learn how to do subcutaneous injections, and the fact that I've always been curious about things like that. I was even looking forward to watching them do the bone graft on my ankle when I found out I was having a spinal for that surgery... THEN I found out they'd be giving me enough Versed that I wouldn't be awake at all, except for certain short periods of time. I know I woke up just about long enough to ask the doc if he was starting to work on my hip (that's where they took the bone from), and he asked me if I could feel it, and I said.. nope.. just a pressure, like he was pushing on it or something.. I saw him look at the anesthetist and the boom-boom out went the lights again.. so I didn't get to watch the bone graft..

But I've always been curious to watch and learn stuff like that.. I thought and still think it's kewl.. Well I learned subcute injections when I came downstairs one more to find her struggling with her arm up against a wall, trying to inject her insulin in an arm...I was leary at first when she told me it was easy to do, and I HAD to at least talk to the doctor before I'd inject for her but before long, I was helping her with her hard to reach places for injection.. And the word association thing in my brain kept rolling...

Then I was thinking about how many children with Juvenile Onset Diabetes were giving themself injections... and then POW it hit me like a Mack Truck hauling a load of concrete blocks!..

I forget that because I'm curious about something, or I know how to do something, or because I'm interested in something.. that not everybody else IS as I am.. and I remembered my little brother (who's not so little anymore).. and just how phobic he was concerning needles... I watched him nearly destroy a doctor's exam room when he had to have some injection or another.. and he was very little.. and little kids CAN climb all over a room like monkeys when they think they have to (sometimes when they don't think they have to but just want to as well)...

But that picture came back as clear as a bell this morning.. Then the memory of the dentist cussing my parents out and my brother AND telling them to NEVER EVER bring him back to his office again... I don't remember HOW that tooth that needed pulled eventually got pulled... And then again.. when he was in his early teens maybe.. I know he was tall enough to fill up the length of a gurney in the E.R... and he'd been exposed to Mono.. and then was running a fever and I think his throat was swelled up as well.. Mom and dad were busy, or maybe on vacation... so I HAD to take him to the E.R... and there were FIVE nurses and myself laying across him on that gurney until they drew blood.. He was a little more still that time than I really expected.. then later I learned why... yeah.. he was in his very early teens or had just entered puberty.. and the reason he laid more still than expected... A fairly well endowed nurse was the one at his head region.. and yeah.. her ta-ta's were in his face!!! LOL...

But now realizing that I've been trivializing what to you is such a major major problem.. I do have to apologize to you profusely this morning.. I must appear totally heartless.. I am really sorry.... Your fear of needles and self-injecting is every bit as real as Trista's contaminated floors are to her, and my need for music and other things to be in a certain order, or Val having to wash her hands and all the other things that we have been joking about recently.. To the person it affects, it's extremely important.. though some of us (smacking myself on the head) just don't think about how REAL the situation is to someone else.. I once again apologize for my rude and crude thoughtlessness.. I am sincerely sorry.

|}onna

[Guest guest]

Trista

It was around 6 this morning..... but I get revelations while I'm trying to GO to sleep sometimes too.. and those are usually the nights when I "Do" something in my sleep all night OR I don't get to sleep at all because my mind is just jumping from one thing to another.. I then usually try to sing, under my breath.. One little, two little, three little indians, ... sometimes this works.. and sometimes I have to add the finger motion too.. (and if my hand is around 's pillow it drives him bonkers.. lol).. thumb is one little, pointer is two little, middle is three little.. the whole way to five and the pinkie.. then we start backwards pinkie to thumb with the six little and so on.. IF I'm not asleep, after reaching the end of the ditty.. I start with the pinkie and work in the opposite direction.. some nights there are THOUSANDS of little indians running through my head.. .. Hmmm.. guess it's not just my music.. is it? lol..

|}onna

Peggy - Needles & Auto-Ject & I'm So Sorry

Peggy,

I have to apologize to you, I really do.. You know the word association game that people play? Well that seems to be the game my brain is playing with itself at 6 a.m. this morning. After Zucco woofed in my face, and I'm crossing my fingers on this one; I think he's finally learned to woofe in my face BEFORE he poops on the living room floor! and both puppies were out, did their business and while I THOUGHT I was going to get to go back to bed for another 10 to 15 minutes, until Zucco wanted up in the bed and Buster became a little snot and moved his butt from the perfectly fine position he was in, to spread out all over the bed so Zucco would have a hard time finding a spot to lay down..and of course I HAD to get up because there was NO room for me..

Well, I'm sitting here reading through the last couple of e-mails that came in this morning. I remembered through bleery eyes, how I came to learn how to do subcutaneous injections, and the fact that I've always been curious about things like that. I was even looking forward to watching them do the bone graft on my ankle when I found out I was having a spinal for that surgery... THEN I found out they'd be giving me enough Versed that I wouldn't be awake at all, except for certain short periods of time. I know I woke up just about long enough to ask the doc if he was starting to work on my hip (that's where they took the bone from), and he asked me if I could feel it, and I said.. nope.. just a pressure, like he was pushing on it or something.. I saw him look at the anesthetist and the boom-boom out went the lights again.. so I didn't get to watch the bone graft..

But I've always been curious to watch and learn stuff like that.. I thought and still think it's kewl.. Well I learned subcute injections when I came downstairs one more to find her struggling with her arm up against a wall, trying to inject her insulin in an arm...I was leary at first when she told me it was easy to do, and I HAD to at least talk to the doctor before I'd inject for her but before long, I was helping her with her hard to reach places for injection.. And the word association thing in my brain kept rolling...

Then I was thinking about how many children with Juvenile Onset Diabetes were giving themself injections... and then POW it hit me like a Mack Truck hauling a load of concrete blocks!..

I forget that because I'm curious about something, or I know how to do something, or because I'm interested in something.. that not everybody else IS as I am.. and I remembered my little brother (who's not so little anymore).. and just how phobic he was concerning needles... I watched him nearly destroy a doctor's exam room when he had to have some injection or another.. and he was very little.. and little kids CAN climb all over a room like monkeys when they think they have to (sometimes when they don't think they have to but just want to as well)...

But that picture came back as clear as a bell this morning.. Then the memory of the dentist cussing my parents out and my brother AND telling them to NEVER EVER bring him back to his office again... I don't remember HOW that tooth that needed pulled eventually got pulled... And then again.. when he was in his early teens maybe.. I know he was tall enough to fill up the length of a gurney in the E.R... and he'd been exposed to Mono.. and then was running a fever and I think his throat was swelled up as well.. Mom and dad were busy, or maybe on vacation... so I HAD to take him to the E.R... and there were FIVE nurses and myself laying across him on that gurney until they drew blood.. He was a little more still that time than I really expected.. then later I learned why... yeah.. he was in his very early teens or had just entered puberty.. and the reason he laid more still than expected... A fairly well endowed nurse was the one at his head region.. and yeah.. her ta-ta's were in his face!!! LOL...

But now realizing that I've been trivializing what to you is such a major major problem.. I do have to apologize to you profusely this morning.. I must appear totally heartless.. I am really sorry.... Your fear of needles and self-injecting is every bit as real as Trista's contaminated floors are to her, and my need for music and other things to be in a certain order, or Val having to wash her hands and all the other things that we have been joking about recently.. To the person it affects, it's extremely important.. though some of us (smacking myself on the head) just don't think about how REAL the situation is to someone else.. I once again apologize for my rude and crude thoughtlessness.. I am sincerely sorry.

|}onna

[Guest guest]

DONNA! Dontcha know it it NOT politically correct to sing it that way! 1 little 2 little 3 little Native Americans...1 little, 2 little...lol! It's funny--doing music in a Christian nursery school, I've almost done this very song with Indians...but thought better of it! Ya just don't know if you're gonna offend anyone! Try counting backwards from 1000--that works equally well..or, if you like songs--100 bottles of beer on the wall--I find backwards lends itself towards sleepiness more--more fatiguing for me! A warm, not hot, bubble bath, with some lavendar in it; warm almond milk (no dairy for me!)~with a tad of honey~love it, that helps me too.

Peggy - Needles & Auto-Ject & I'm So Sorry

Peggy,

I have to apologize to you, I really do.. You know the word association game that people play? Well that seems to be the game my brain is playing with itself at 6 a.m. this morning. After Zucco woofed in my face, and I'm crossing my fingers on this one; I think he's finally learned to woofe in my face BEFORE he poops on the living room floor! and both puppies were out, did their business and while I THOUGHT I was going to get to go back to bed for another 10 to 15 minutes, until Zucco wanted up in the bed and Buster became a little snot and moved his butt from the perfectly fine position he was in, to spread out all over the bed so Zucco would have a hard time finding a spot to lay down..and of course I HAD to get up because there was NO room for me..

Well, I'm sitting here reading through the last couple of e-mails that came in this morning. I remembered through bleery eyes, how I came to learn how to do subcutaneous injections, and the fact that I've always been curious about things like that. I was even looking forward to watching them do the bone graft on my ankle when I found out I was having a spinal for that surgery... THEN I found out they'd be giving me enough Versed that I wouldn't be awake at all, except for certain short periods of time. I know I woke up just about long enough to ask the doc if he was starting to work on my hip (that's where they took the bone from), and he asked me if I could feel it, and I said.. nope.. just a pressure, like he was pushing on it or something.. I saw him look at the anesthetist and the boom-boom out went the lights again.. so I didn't get to watch the bone graft..

But I've always been curious to watch and learn stuff like that.. I thought and still think it's kewl.. Well I learned subcute injections when I came downstairs one more to find her struggling with her arm up against a wall, trying to inject her insulin in an arm...I was leary at first when she told me it was easy to do, and I HAD to at least talk to the doctor before I'd inject for her but before long, I was helping her with her hard to reach places for injection.. And the word association thing in my brain kept rolling...

Then I was thinking about how many children with Juvenile Onset Diabetes were giving themself injections... and then POW it hit me like a Mack Truck hauling a load of concrete blocks!..

I forget that because I'm curious about something, or I know how to do something, or because I'm interested in something.. that not everybody else IS as I am.. and I remembered my little brother (who's not so little anymore).. and just how phobic he was concerning needles... I watched him nearly destroy a doctor's exam room when he had to have some injection or another.. and he was very little.. and little kids CAN climb all over a room like monkeys when they think they have to (sometimes when they don't think they have to but just want to as well)...

But that picture came back as clear as a bell this morning.. Then the memory of the dentist cussing my parents out and my brother AND telling them to NEVER EVER bring him back to his office again... I don't remember HOW that tooth that needed pulled eventually got pulled... And then again.. when he was in his early teens maybe.. I know he was tall enough to fill up the length of a gurney in the E.R... and he'd been exposed to Mono.. and then was running a fever and I think his throat was swelled up as well.. Mom and dad were busy, or maybe on vacation... so I HAD to take him to the E.R... and there were FIVE nurses and myself laying across him on that gurney until they drew blood.. He was a little more still that time than I really expected.. then later I learned why... yeah.. he was in his very early teens or had just entered puberty.. and the reason he laid more still than expected... A fairly well endowed nurse was the one at his head region.. and yeah.. her ta-ta's were in his face!!! LOL...

But now realizing that I've been trivializing what to you is such a major major problem.. I do have to apologize to you profusely this morning.. I must appear totally heartless.. I am really sorry.... Your fear of needles and self-injecting is every bit as real as Trista's contaminated floors are to her, and my need for music and other things to be in a certain order, or Val having to wash her hands and all the other things that we have been joking about recently.. To the person it affects, it's extremely important.. though some of us (smacking myself on the head) just don't think about how REAL the situation is to someone else.. I once again apologize for my rude and crude thoughtlessness.. I am sincerely sorry.

|}onna

[Guest guest]

Donna & Kate,

lol. you girls crack me up! Politically correct? My gpa was Amer. Indian, and it's ok to say Indian. lol. 1 little..2 little...3 little Native Americans. What a mouth full. can you imagine little ones singing that? lol.

~Trista~********************************When the world says, "give up,"Hope whispers, "try it one more time."

Peggy - Needles & Auto-Ject & I'm So Sorry

Peggy,

I have to apologize to you, I really do.. You know the word association game that people play? Well that seems to be the game my brain is playing with itself at 6 a.m. this morning. After Zucco woofed in my face, and I'm crossing my fingers on this one; I think he's finally learned to woofe in my face BEFORE he poops on the living room floor! and both puppies were out, did their business and while I THOUGHT I was going to get to go back to bed for another 10 to 15 minutes, until Zucco wanted up in the bed and Buster became a little snot and moved his butt from the perfectly fine position he was in, to spread out all over the bed so Zucco would have a hard time finding a spot to lay down..and of course I HAD to get up because there was NO room for me..

Well, I'm sitting here reading through the last couple of e-mails that came in this morning. I remembered through bleery eyes, how I came to learn how to do subcutaneous injections, and the fact that I've always been curious about things like that. I was even looking forward to watching them do the bone graft on my ankle when I found out I was having a spinal for that surgery... THEN I found out they'd be giving me enough Versed that I wouldn't be awake at all, except for certain short periods of time. I know I woke up just about long enough to ask the doc if he was starting to work on my hip (that's where they took the bone from), and he asked me if I could feel it, and I said.. nope.. just a pressure, like he was pushing on it or something.. I saw him look at the anesthetist and the boom-boom out went the lights again.. so I didn't get to watch the bone graft..

But I've always been curious to watch and learn stuff like that.. I thought and still think it's kewl.. Well I learned subcute injections when I came downstairs one more to find her struggling with her arm up against a wall, trying to inject her insulin in an arm...I was leary at first when she told me it was easy to do, and I HAD to at least talk to the doctor before I'd inject for her but before long, I was helping her with her hard to reach places for injection.. And the word association thing in my brain kept rolling...

Then I was thinking about how many children with Juvenile Onset Diabetes were giving themself injections... and then POW it hit me like a Mack Truck hauling a load of concrete blocks!..

I forget that because I'm curious about something, or I know how to do something, or because I'm interested in something.. that not everybody else IS as I am.. and I remembered my little brother (who's not so little anymore).. and just how phobic he was concerning needles... I watched him nearly destroy a doctor's exam room when he had to have some injection or another.. and he was very little.. and little kids CAN climb all over a room like monkeys when they think they have to (sometimes when they don't think they have to but just want to as well)...

But that picture came back as clear as a bell this morning.. Then the memory of the dentist cussing my parents out and my brother AND telling them to NEVER EVER bring him back to his office again... I don't remember HOW that tooth that needed pulled eventually got pulled... And then again.. when he was in his early teens maybe.. I know he was tall enough to fill up the length of a gurney in the E.R... and he'd been exposed to Mono.. and then was running a fever and I think his throat was swelled up as well.. Mom and dad were busy, or maybe on vacation... so I HAD to take him to the E.R... and there were FIVE nurses and myself laying across him on that gurney until they drew blood.. He was a little more still that time than I really expected.. then later I learned why... yeah.. he was in his very early teens or had just entered puberty.. and the reason he laid more still than expected... A fairly well endowed nurse was the one at his head region.. and yeah.. her ta-ta's were in his face!!! LOL...

But now realizing that I've been trivializing what to you is such a major major problem.. I do have to apologize to you profusely this morning.. I must appear totally heartless.. I am really sorry.... Your fear of needles and self-injecting is every bit as real as Trista's contaminated floors are to her, and my need for music and other things to be in a certain order, or Val having to wash her hands and all the other things that we have been joking about recently.. To the person it affects, it's extremely important.. though some of us (smacking myself on the head) just don't think about how REAL the situation is to someone else.. I once again apologize for my rude and crude thoughtlessness.. I am sincerely sorry.

|}onna

[Guest guest]

Kate,

Yup, I know it's not politically correct.. but nobody hears it, since I sing under my breath.. well actually don't really sing it.. just think it.. Tried counting sheep, even visualizing them jumping over the fence. didn't work... tried counting backwards and forwards.. didn't work.. did the 100 bottles of beer on the wall.. varying the endings between rounds from "take on down pass it around" and "if one of those bottles should happen to fall".. that didn't work either.. tried.. The ants go marching one by one.. nope.. nada.. tried 10 little angels all dressed in white... that didn't work either.. The only thing that works besides that little offensive ditty, is a "poor man's sleeping pill"..LOL.. but that's not always available at our age anymore either.. specially after he's had a long hard day setting headstones.. or two or three funerals where the funeral home gets cleaned from top to bottom BETWEEN funeral services.. (it gets cleaned thoroughly in the one and/or two hours between visitations as well)..

I usually try to have on hand, some Tylenol PM or Excederin PM or some such thing.. and at times I've even used Alka Seltzer Plus Cold Medicine in a pinch.. I probably should ask the neuro for some Ambiance or whatever that's called for "those" nights.. He really shouldn't have a problem with that.. being as 15 Xanax usually last me about 6 months.. Last script for 15 was December.. before Christmas.. and I STILL have one of those 15 left.. LOL..

Oh well.. such is life I guess...

|}onna

Peggy - Needles & Auto-Ject & I'm So Sorry

Peggy,

I have to apologize to you, I really do.. You know the word association game that people play? Well that seems to be the game my brain is playing with itself at 6 a.m. this morning. After Zucco woofed in my face, and I'm crossing my fingers on this one; I think he's finally learned to woofe in my face BEFORE he poops on the living room floor! and both puppies were out, did their business and while I THOUGHT I was going to get to go back to bed for another 10 to 15 minutes, until Zucco wanted up in the bed and Buster became a little snot and moved his butt from the perfectly fine position he was in, to spread out all over the bed so Zucco would have a hard time finding a spot to lay down..and of course I HAD to get up because there was NO room for me..

Well, I'm sitting here reading through the last couple of e-mails that came in this morning. I remembered through bleery eyes, how I came to learn how to do subcutaneous injections, and the fact that I've always been curious about things like that. I was even looking forward to watching them do the bone graft on my ankle when I found out I was having a spinal for that surgery... THEN I found out they'd be giving me enough Versed that I wouldn't be awake at all, except for certain short periods of time. I know I woke up just about long enough to ask the doc if he was starting to work on my hip (that's where they took the bone from), and he asked me if I could feel it, and I said.. nope.. just a pressure, like he was pushing on it or something.. I saw him look at the anesthetist and the boom-boom out went the lights again.. so I didn't get to watch the bone graft..

But I've always been curious to watch and learn stuff like that.. I thought and still think it's kewl.. Well I learned subcute injections when I came downstairs one more to find her struggling with her arm up against a wall, trying to inject her insulin in an arm...I was leary at first when she told me it was easy to do, and I HAD to at least talk to the doctor before I'd inject for her but before long, I was helping her with her hard to reach places for injection.. And the word association thing in my brain kept rolling...

Then I was thinking about how many children with Juvenile Onset Diabetes were giving themself injections... and then POW it hit me like a Mack Truck hauling a load of concrete blocks!..

I forget that because I'm curious about something, or I know how to do something, or because I'm interested in something.. that not everybody else IS as I am.. and I remembered my little brother (who's not so little anymore).. and just how phobic he was concerning needles... I watched him nearly destroy a doctor's exam room when he had to have some injection or another.. and he was very little.. and little kids CAN climb all over a room like monkeys when they think they have to (sometimes when they don't think they have to but just want to as well)...

But that picture came back as clear as a bell this morning.. Then the memory of the dentist cussing my parents out and my brother AND telling them to NEVER EVER bring him back to his office again... I don't remember HOW that tooth that needed pulled eventually got pulled... And then again.. when he was in his early teens maybe.. I know he was tall enough to fill up the length of a gurney in the E.R... and he'd been exposed to Mono.. and then was running a fever and I think his throat was swelled up as well.. Mom and dad were busy, or maybe on vacation... so I HAD to take him to the E.R... and there were FIVE nurses and myself laying across him on that gurney until they drew blood.. He was a little more still that time than I really expected.. then later I learned why... yeah.. he was in his very early teens or had just entered puberty.. and the reason he laid more still than expected... A fairly well endowed nurse was the one at his head region.. and yeah.. her ta-ta's were in his face!!! LOL...

But now realizing that I've been trivializing what to you is such a major major problem.. I do have to apologize to you profusely this morning.. I must appear totally heartless.. I am really sorry.... Your fear of needles and self-injecting is every bit as real as Trista's contaminated floors are to her, and my need for music and other things to be in a certain order, or Val having to wash her hands and all the other things that we have been joking about recently.. To the person it affects, it's extremely important.. though some of us (smacking myself on the head) just don't think about how REAL the situation is to someone else.. I once again apologize for my rude and crude thoughtlessness.. I am sincerely sorry.

|}onna

[Guest guest]

l)onna~I was just teasing you sister! Only kidding about the lyrics! I have to say, I'm SO very exhausted by the end of the day, I usually don't worry about falling asleep...now staying asleep--THAT is a different matter; and for me, I think it is peri-menopause related. I did get into the 'bad' habit of taking a Soma before bed--which is not what it is really for, but it would help with my spasms anyway. I think it is Ambient, and I had it once when I was hospitalized for an exacerbation back in July '06--ah, it is wonderful! I do think it might be habit-forming--but it is very, very nice, and works quite well! blessings to you, kate ps. i wrote also to you privately

Peggy - Needles & Auto-Ject & I'm So Sorry

Peggy,

I have to apologize to you, I really do.. You know the word association game that people play? Well that seems to be the game my brain is playing with itself at 6 a.m. this morning. After Zucco woofed in my face, and I'm crossing my fingers on this one; I think he's finally learned to woofe in my face BEFORE he poops on the living room floor! and both puppies were out, did their business and while I THOUGHT I was going to get to go back to bed for another 10 to 15 minutes, until Zucco wanted up in the bed and Buster became a little snot and moved his butt from the perfectly fine position he was in, to spread out all over the bed so Zucco would have a hard time finding a spot to lay down..and of course I HAD to get up because there was NO room for me..

Well, I'm sitting here reading through the last couple of e-mails that came in this morning. I remembered through bleery eyes, how I came to learn how to do subcutaneous injections, and the fact that I've always been curious about things like that. I was even looking forward to watching them do the bone graft on my ankle when I found out I was having a spinal for that surgery... THEN I found out they'd be giving me enough Versed that I wouldn't be awake at all, except for certain short periods of time. I know I woke up just about long enough to ask the doc if he was starting to work on my hip (that's where they took the bone from), and he asked me if I could feel it, and I said.. nope.. just a pressure, like he was pushing on it or something.. I saw him look at the anesthetist and the boom-boom out went the lights again.. so I didn't get to watch the bone graft..

But I've always been curious to watch and learn stuff like that.. I thought and still think it's kewl.. Well I learned subcute injections when I came downstairs one more to find her struggling with her arm up against a wall, trying to inject her insulin in an arm...I was leary at first when she told me it was easy to do, and I HAD to at least talk to the doctor before I'd inject for her but before long, I was helping her with her hard to reach places for injection.. And the word association thing in my brain kept rolling...

Then I was thinking about how many children with Juvenile Onset Diabetes were giving themself injections... and then POW it hit me like a Mack Truck hauling a load of concrete blocks!..

I forget that because I'm curious about something, or I know how to do something, or because I'm interested in something.. that not everybody else IS as I am.. and I remembered my little brother (who's not so little anymore).. and just how phobic he was concerning needles... I watched him nearly destroy a doctor's exam room when he had to have some injection or another.. and he was very little.. and little kids CAN climb all over a room like monkeys when they think they have to (sometimes when they don't think they have to but just want to as well)...

But that picture came back as clear as a bell this morning.. Then the memory of the dentist cussing my parents out and my brother AND telling them to NEVER EVER bring him back to his office again... I don't remember HOW that tooth that needed pulled eventually got pulled... And then again.. when he was in his early teens maybe.. I know he was tall enough to fill up the length of a gurney in the E.R... and he'd been exposed to Mono.. and then was running a fever and I think his throat was swelled up as well.. Mom and dad were busy, or maybe on vacation... so I HAD to take him to the E.R... and there were FIVE nurses and myself laying across him on that gurney until they drew blood.. He was a little more still that time than I really expected.. then later I learned why... yeah.. he was in his very early teens or had just entered puberty.. and the reason he laid more still than expected... A fairly well endowed nurse was the one at his head region.. and yeah.. her ta-ta's were in his face!!! LOL...

But now realizing that I've been trivializing what to you is such a major major problem.. I do have to apologize to you profusely this morning.. I must appear totally heartless.. I am really sorry.... Your fear of needles and self-injecting is every bit as real as Trista's contaminated floors are to her, and my need for music and other things to be in a certain order, or Val having to wash her hands and all the other things that we have been joking about recently.. To the person it affects, it's extremely important.. though some of us (smacking myself on the head) just don't think about how REAL the situation is to someone else.. I once again apologize for my rude and crude thoughtlessness.. I am sincerely sorry.

|}onna

[Guest guest]

Have you tried nyquil? Take it in the bedroom or else you'll wake up on the kitchen floor (or bathroom, if that's where you keep it) Or you could go on RS and fish...that's always good for a nap...(a game we both play) Hugs Akiba -- Re: Peggy - Needles & Auto-Ject & I'm So Sorry Kate, Yup, I know it's not politically correct.. but nobody hears it, since I sing under my breath.. well actually don't really sing it.. just think it.. Tried counting sheep, even visualizing them jumping over the fence. didn't work... tried counting backwards and forwards.. didn't work.. did the 100 bottles of beer on the wall.. varying the endings between rounds from "take on down pass it around" and "if one of those bottles should happen to fall".. that didn't work either.. tried.. The ants go marching one by one.. nope.. nada.. tried 10 little angels all dressed in white... that didn't work either.. The only thing that works besides that little offensive ditty, is a "poor man's sleeping pill"..LOL.. but that's not always available at our age anymore either.. specially after he's had a long hard day setting headstones.. or two or three funerals where the funeral home gets cleaned from top to bottom BETWEEN funeral services.. (it gets cleaned thoroughly in the one and/or two hours between visitations as well).. I usually try to have on hand, some Tylenol PM or Excederin PM or some such thing.. and at times I've even used Alka Seltzer Plus Cold Medicine in a pinch.. I probably should ask the neuro for some Ambiance or whatever that's called for "those" nights.. He really shouldn't have a problem with that.. being as 15 Xanax usually last me about 6 months.. Last script for 15 was December.. before Christmas.. and I STILL have one of those 15 left.. LOL.. Oh well.. such is life I guess... |}onna Peggy - Needles & Auto-Ject & I'm So Sorry Peggy, I have to apologize to you, I really do.. You know the word association game that people play? Well that seems to be the game my brain is playing with itself at 6 a.m. this morning. After Zucco woofed in my face, and I'm crossing my fingers on this one; I think he's finally learned to woofe in my face BEFORE he poops on the living room floor! and both puppies were out, did their business and while I THOUGHT I was going to get to go back to bed for another 10 to 15 minutes, until Zucco wanted up in the bed and Buster became a little snot and moved his butt from the perfectly fine position he was in, to spread out all over the bed so Zucco would have a hard time finding a spot to lay down..and of course I HAD to get up because there was NO room for me.. Well, I'm sitting here reading through the last couple of e-mails that came in this morning. I remembered through bleery eyes, how I came to learn how to do subcutaneous injections, and the fact that I've always been curious about things like that. I was even looking forward to watching them do the bone graft on my ankle when I found out I was having a spinal for that surgery... THEN I found out they'd be giving me enough Versed that I wouldn't be awake at all, except for certain short periods of time. I know I woke up just about long enough to ask the doc if he was starting to work on my hip (that's where they took the bone from), and he asked me if I could feel it, and I said.. nope.. just a pressure, like he was pushing on it or something.. I saw him look at the anesthetist and the boom-boom out went the lights again.. so I didn't get to watch the bone graft.. But I've always been curious to watch and learn stuff like that.. I thought and still think it's kewl.. Well I learned subcute injections when I came downstairs one more to find her struggling with her arm up against a wall, trying to inject her insulin in an arm...I was leary at first when she told me it was easy to do, and I HAD to at least talk to the doctor before I'd inject for her but before long, I was helping her with her hard to reach places for injection.. And the word association thing in my brain kept rolling... Then I was thinking about how many children with Juvenile Onset Diabetes were giving themself injections... and then POW it hit me like a Mack Truck hauling a load of concrete blocks!.. I forget that because I'm curious about something, or I know how to do something, or because I'm interested in something.. that not everybody else IS as I am.. and I remembered my little brother (who's not so little anymore).. and just how phobic he was concerning needles... I watched him nearly destroy a doctor's exam room when he had to have some injection or another.. and he was very little.. and little kids CAN climb all over a room like monkeys when they think they have to (sometimes when they don't think they have to but just want to as well)... But that picture came back as clear as a bell this morning.. Then the memory of the dentist cussing my parents out and my brother AND telling them to NEVER EVER bring him back to his office again... I don't remember HOW that tooth that needed pulled eventually got pulled... And then again.. when he was in his early teens maybe.. I know he was tall enough to fill up the length of a gurney in the E.R... and he'd been exposed to Mono.. and then was running a fever and I think his throat was swelled up as well.. Mom and dad were busy, or maybe on vacation... so I HAD to take him to the E.R... and there were FIVE nurses and myself laying across him on that gurney until they drew blood.. He was a little more still that time than I really expected.. then later I learned why... yeah.. he was in his very early teens or had just entered puberty.. and the reason he laid more still than expected... A fairly well endowed nurse was the one at his head region.. and yeah.. her ta-ta's were in his face!!! LOL... But now realizing that I've been trivializing what to you is such a major major problem.. I do have to apologize to you profusely this morning.. I must appear totally heartless.. I am really sorry.... Your fear of needles and self-injecting is every bit as real as Trista's contaminated floors are to her, and my need for music and other things to be in a certain order, or Val having to wash her hands and all the other things that we have been joking about recently.. To the person it affects, it's extremely important.. though some of us (smacking myself on the head) just don't think about how REAL the situation is to someone else.. I once again apologize for my rude and crude thoughtlessness.. I am sincerely sorry. |}onna

[Guest guest]

Hey Girl

Fishing.. Mining.. and a few other things too can put a body to sleep... Though I haven't had an awful lot of trouble getting to sleep since I've gone back to work..

Nyquil works too.. as long as it's NOT the green stuff... Man that's nasty... LOL

|}onna

Peggy - Needles & Auto-Ject & I'm So Sorry

Peggy,

I have to apologize to you, I really do.. You know the word association game that people play? Well that seems to be the game my brain is playing with itself at 6 a.m. this morning. After Zucco woofed in my face, and I'm crossing my fingers on this one; I think he's finally learned to woofe in my face BEFORE he poops on the living room floor! and both puppies were out, did their business and while I THOUGHT I was going to get to go back to bed for another 10 to 15 minutes, until Zucco wanted up in the bed and Buster became a little snot and moved his butt from the perfectly fine position he was in, to spread out all over the bed so Zucco would have a hard time finding a spot to lay down..and of course I HAD to get up because there was NO room for me..

Well, I'm sitting here reading through the last couple of e-mails that came in this morning. I remembered through bleery eyes, how I came to learn how to do subcutaneous injections, and the fact that I've always been curious about things like that. I was even looking forward to watching them do the bone graft on my ankle when I found out I was having a spinal for that surgery... THEN I found out they'd be giving me enough Versed that I wouldn't be awake at all, except for certain short periods of time. I know I woke up just about long enough to ask the doc if he was starting to work on my hip (that's where they took the bone from), and he asked me if I could feel it, and I said.. nope.. just a pressure, like he was pushing on it or something.. I saw him look at the anesthetist and the boom-boom out went the lights again.. so I didn't get to watch the bone graft..

But I've always been curious to watch and learn stuff like that.. I thought and still think it's kewl.. Well I learned subcute injections when I came downstairs one more to find her struggling with her arm up against a wall, trying to inject her insulin in an arm...I was leary at first when she told me it was easy to do, and I HAD to at least talk to the doctor before I'd inject for her but before long, I was helping her with her hard to reach places for injection.. And the word association thing in my brain kept rolling...

Then I was thinking about how many children with Juvenile Onset Diabetes were giving themself injections... and then POW it hit me like a Mack Truck hauling a load of concrete blocks!..

I forget that because I'm curious about something, or I know how to do something, or because I'm interested in something.. that not everybody else IS as I am.. and I remembered my little brother (who's not so little anymore).. and just how phobic he was concerning needles... I watched him nearly destroy a doctor's exam room when he had to have some injection or another.. and he was very little.. and little kids CAN climb all over a room like monkeys when they think they have to (sometimes when they don't think they have to but just want to as well)...

But that picture came back as clear as a bell this morning.. Then the memory of the dentist cussing my parents out and my brother AND telling them to NEVER EVER bring him back to his office again... I don't remember HOW that tooth that needed pulled eventually got pulled... And then again.. when he was in his early teens maybe.. I know he was tall enough to fill up the length of a gurney in the E.R... and he'd been exposed to Mono.. and then was running a fever and I think his throat was swelled up as well.. Mom and dad were busy, or maybe on vacation... so I HAD to take him to the E.R... and there were FIVE nurses and myself laying across him on that gurney until they drew blood.. He was a little more still that time than I really expected.. then later I learned why... yeah.. he was in his very early teens or had just entered puberty.. and the reason he laid more still than expected... A fairly well endowed nurse was the one at his head region.. and yeah.. her ta-ta's were in his face!!! LOL...

But now realizing that I've been trivializing what to you is such a major major problem.. I do have to apologize to you profusely this morning.. I must appear totally heartless.. I am really sorry.... Your fear of needles and self-injecting is every bit as real as Trista's contaminated floors are to her, and my need for music and other things to be in a certain order, or Val having to wash her hands and all the other things that we have been joking about recently.. To the person it affects, it's extremely important.. though some of us (smacking myself on the head) just don't think about how REAL the situation is to someone else.. I once again apologize for my rude and crude thoughtlessness.. I am sincerely sorry.

|}onna

[Guest guest]

I can finally mine and smelt mith BTW YAY me...and 1 more level to shark fishing...for now it's admiral pies galore... I'vemade...and spent...several mil Gp, now have full rune (inc the boots), a whip, and an obby cape. I love that game! Hugs and thankee for turning me on to it... Akiba p.s. I hope you don't mind that I greet with "hi handsome" when I see him? If you love him and he loves you so much, it doesn't matter what he looks like on the outside, he's handsome on the in.... -- Re: Peggy - Needles & Auto-Ject & I'm So Sorry Hey Girl Fishing.. Mining.. and a few other things too can put a body to sleep... Though I haven't had an awful lot of trouble getting to sleep since I've gone back to work.. Nyquil works too.. as long as it's NOT the green stuff... Man that's nasty... LOL |}onna Peggy - Needles & Auto-Ject & I'm So Sorry Peggy, I have to apologize to you, I really do.. You know the word association game that people play? Well that seems to be the game my brain is playing with itself at 6 a.m. this morning. After Zucco woofed in my face, and I'm crossing my fingers on this one; I think he's finally learned to woofe in my face BEFORE he poops on the living room floor! and both puppies were out, did their business and while I THOUGHT I was going to get to go back to bed for another 10 to 15 minutes, until Zucco wanted up in the bed and Buster became a little snot and moved his butt from the perfectly fine position he was in, to spread out all over the bed so Zucco would have a hard time finding a spot to lay down..and of course I HAD to get up because there was NO room for me.. Well, I'm sitting here reading through the last couple of e-mails that came in this morning. I remembered through bleery eyes, how I came to learn how to do subcutaneous injections, and the fact that I've always been curious about things like that. I was even looking forward to watching them do the bone graft on my ankle when I found out I was having a spinal for that surgery... THEN I found out they'd be giving me enough Versed that I wouldn't be awake at all, except for certain short periods of time. I know I woke up just about long enough to ask the doc if he was starting to work on my hip (that's where they took the bone from), and he asked me if I could feel it, and I said.. nope.. just a pressure, like he was pushing on it or something.. I saw him look at the anesthetist and the boom-boom out went the lights again.. so I didn't get to watch the bone graft.. But I've always been curious to watch and learn stuff like that.. I thought and still think it's kewl.. Well I learned subcute injections when I came downstairs one more to find her struggling with her arm up against a wall, trying to inject her insulin in an arm...I was leary at first when she told me it was easy to do, and I HAD to at least talk to the doctor before I'd inject for her but before long, I was helping her with her hard to reach places for injection.. And the word association thing in my brain kept rolling... Then I was thinking about how many children with Juvenile Onset Diabetes were giving themself injections... and then POW it hit me like a Mack Truck hauling a load of concrete blocks!.. I forget that because I'm curious about something, or I know how to do something, or because I'm interested in something.. that not everybody else IS as I am.. and I remembered my little brother (who's not so little anymore).. and just how phobic he was concerning needles... I watched him nearly destroy a doctor's exam room when he had to have some injection or another.. and he was very little.. and little kids CAN climb all over a room like monkeys when they think they have to (sometimes when they don't think they have to but just want to as well)... But that picture came back as clear as a bell this morning.. Then the memory of the dentist cussing my parents out and my brother AND telling them to NEVER EVER bring him back to his office again... I don't remember HOW that tooth that needed pulled eventually got pulled... And then again.. when he was in his early teens maybe.. I know he was tall enough to fill up the length of a gurney in the E.R... and he'd been exposed to Mono.. and then was running a fever and I think his throat was swelled up as well.. Mom and dad were busy, or maybe on vacation... so I HAD to take him to the E.R... and there were FIVE nurses and myself laying across him on that gurney until they drew blood.. He was a little more still that time than I really expected.. then later I learned why... yeah.. he was in his very early teens or had just entered puberty.. and the reason he laid more still than expected... A fairly well endowed nurse was the one at his head region.. and yeah.. her ta-ta's were in his face!!! LOL... But now realizing that I've been trivializing what to you is such a major major problem.. I do have to apologize to you profusely this morning.. I must appear totally heartless.. I am really sorry.... Your fear of needles and self-injecting is every bit as real as Trista's contaminated floors are to her, and my need for music and other things to be in a certain order, or Val having to wash her hands and all the other things that we have been joking about recently.. To the person it affects, it's extremely important.. though some of us (smacking myself on the head) just don't think about how REAL the situation is to someone else.. I once again apologize for my rude and crude thoughtlessness.. I am sincerely sorry. |}onna