One shot down; lots to go. But still, it's a relief to be here.
It went completely fine last night. I got home fairly late from work, so headed straight to the computer to review the "how to inject yourself" video. Had some flashbacks about last-minute-cramming before a test in high school and college. This, however, seemed a bigger deal, not least because failing this one could actually result in pain and bleeding. I mean, the chances of that are infitessimally small, but still; it's not like that was a real possibility if I failed my quiz on medieval English literature.
Anyway. I opened the box of Lupron (huge box which contained a billion syringes - or, you know, 20 - and one very, very small bottle of actual medicine). I popped off the top, and, as if I were an injection pro, I measured out the space I needed in the syringe, inserted the air into the bottle, drew out the liquid, rubbed my belly with an alcohol pad, took a deep breath, pinched the skin, and, pow! Shot myself.
I felt like there should be fireworks afterward, or something. It was kind of anticlimactic, really. But I did it, and it wasn't bad at all, and so far, no problems. The fish oil pills I'm taking have more impact on me than anything else. (Note to self: take one pill in morning, one in evening. This wards off little fishy burps in significantly helpful manner. Two in morning gives self impression of having digested whole can of cat food. Ick.)
I'm sure the side effects are well on their way. But for now, we're off and running.