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One of the many joys of derby apparently, according to my dentist, involves some chipped teeth. Which means, this evening, I have to get them fixed. Which means I have to get a shot.. in my gums!
Seriously, I am the biggest needle wuss in the entire world. I get cold shakes, cry, just totally freak out if I have to get a shot! (and no, I don’t freak out about tattoo needles, those are totally different. They don’t LOOK like needles, and they aren’t going in as deep)
When Hillbilly kitty started needing insulin, it took me about 2 months before I could give him the shot without crying and freaking out. I really don’t handle them well. So today should be interesting. If there is anything I hate more than a shot, it’s getting a shot in my freaking mouth!