Bumming Up the Stairs

Down in the morning and this is me going up at night.

A strange thing has happened over the last couple of days. After two weeks of giving myself those little injections in my stomach every day, I couldn't do it yesterday nor today! My hand hovered over my chosen spot, but just hovered, didn't make contact. I tried and tried again. Left it for a while and tried again, but couldn't . The more I tried the harder it became. Luckily, we have great neighbours who are also very good friends and both Merce and Ferran (a male nurse) had said at the start that they'd happily do them for me as they'd given many over the years. Eventually, after lots of frustration and feeling pathetic, I gave in and got Merce in. She did it both Saturday and Sunday. She also showed Bb how to do it too on Sunday and they practised on a cushion. She's offered to do it on Monday, but then they're off up the coast till the weekend and then off to Iceland. So it's down to us again. I feel pathetic that it's become a big thing as I should be able to do it myself.