Third Time's A Charm

I went to give myself my shot Wednesday and for whatever ridiculous reason, I freaked. Mike had to give it to me. It's a smaller dose than I've had before, different medication, different syringe, but still... You'd think after giving myself all those other ones I'd be okay. But no. And the same thing the Thursday. Well, today was different. I had to be at work at 0645 and take my shot at 0730. And Mike was out of state. Lovely. I had a few options. Good friend Sara was at work and offered to give it to me. Or I could go to the firehouse and have one of the medics give it to me. Like I need some fireman looking at my pudgy, bloated belly... yeah, right!!! Or I could suck it up and try to give it to myself. I opted for number three. I went to the locker room, stripped off my belt, shirt, and vest and went for it. I filled the syringe... I swabbed my belly with alcohol... I....... panicked. And then I remembered that I had my interview with the Chief for the detective position in about 8 minutes. Not enough time for Sara to get to the station. Definitely not enough time to get dressed again, go to the firehouse, get injected, and get back. So, good ugly bugly, I SLOWLY put that needle in my belly and did it! Unfortunately, putting the needle in slowly isn't the greatest feeling in the world, but it worked. Got r dun!
The interview was about 25 minutes long. I basically had to sell myself to the Chief. No, not literally. He asked why I was a better candidate than the others. Why? I'm not, really, and I told him as much. I think we all bring different things to the table when it comes to the position, and we'd all be good at it. Unfortunately, only one of us can have it this time. So now I wait. Well, now 4 of the 5 of us wait. One of us couldn't schedule the interview until Wednesday, so we should hear something Thursday or Friday of next week. Man! I wish it were a faster process, but what can I say? I'll tough it out with more shots and acupuncture, I guess.
Until next time...