April 6, 2010
It must have knicked a muscle or vein inside, he said, noting that it didn't hurt at first.
I hung my head low in shame, feeling as though I'd failed miserably on my debut insulin injection.
He reassured me that it was fine, not my fault, but the facts can't be ignored.
I stabbed my husband with a sharp needle, made him bleed, and caused a bruise.
I'm done with giving insulin shots. Instead, I'll go back to pinching the skin and letting him do the shot so that whatever damage happens is on his hands.