People are weird, part 2

Yes people are weird, including me. Like most other people with normal parents I have been on the receiving end of injections since I was a wee chile, without ever batting an eyelid. Since all this cancer business started I have received countless injections, some of them fairly epic, again I never baulked... well maybe I grimaced a couple of times when a particularly large needle was inserted and wobbled around  for 5 minutes deep in my torn, infected and inflamed calf muscle in an unsuccsessful attempt to drain the infection, that was back in 2011. Ouch, very, very very ouch. But otherwise I'm not bovvered about needles.
However, those who have following this blog would know that when it came to giving myself an injection it was a different story, one more like this:

I initially couldn't do it, luckily the heroic Robyn was on hand to give them whilst wearing her underpants on the outside and her 'Harden the ^&**% up Princess Tshirt (I won't post a pic!). She is my everday hero, all day everyday.
But that was then, I manned up and have been giving myself injections twice a day for a couple of weeks now with no problems... and then for some unknown reason I hesitated. Bad move. I spent the next half an hour wobbling a tiny little needle 2 centimetres above my now sweaty belly while my brain tried to convince my hand that there is no problem here, at worst it is slightly uncomfortable for a few seconds, at best I barely feel it at all. Eventually it I got over it and there have been no problems since. So how did I get over it? I remembered this:
I had a nurse supervise the first injection I gave myself, she said I did a perfect job except that next time I should pinch up a little less belly fat, she then demonstrated by lifting up her shirt to expose a totally fat free belly that was in no way comparable to my 42 year old flab, the comparison could be more fairly represented like this:

I laughed then, I think about it whenever I have to give myself an injection and laugh again. Good on her.

As I write I am  following doctors advice by tucking into banana crepes with Maggie Beer's burnt fig, honeycomb and caramel icecream... and cream, all thanks to my darlin'wife, mwahh!
Time to go give myself tonight's injection, it'll be fine.
Cheers, Pete.