-Don’t read my post from yesterday!
No, seriously, don’t! Or, if you already did, or are now just curious, go ahead and read it, but then make sure you read this:
What in the world was I worried about?
You don’t feel a thing. Let me repeat that. YOU DON’T FEEL A THING!
I couldn’t believe it! Yannick was sitting there, and I’d prepared the syringe and squeezed whatever flab of skin I could grab on my leg, and I just held my breath and *did it*…then realized- this doesn’t hurt. Forget “doesn’t hurt”…something can’t even hurt if you can’t even tell that it is happening! I was watching the needle going into my skin and I SWEAR I kept thinking that it was broken and the needle was retracting into the syringe like those joke knives kids have, because I couldn’t feel the slightest little thing AT ALL.
Yannick was cracking up because I kept staring at him, saying, “it doesn’t hurt.” “No, really, you don’t get it, it doesn’t hurt.” “No, you’re still not getting it, I didn’t feel it at all. It hurts more to test my fingers.” “Stop laughing and listen to me! I can’t even tell it was done, and I just did it.”
So if you have to do it, just do it. I couldn’t believe that you can’t feel it, I still am kinda dazed that it was so easy and painless, and in a strange way, I’m looking forwards to doing it again tonight. It’s kinda cool playing with needles. 😉
(Note to self- hide the big, glass jar where I dump the syringes BEFORE people come for an open house!)