This Isn’t A Movie
I was with my midschool youth girls on Saturday night, as I am most Saturday nights. We always have something to eat and so I always check my blood and take a shot in their presence. I don’t leave the room to go do my shot, but I don’t exactly hide it either. I will typically do everything below the lip of the table just because.
Many of the girls have asked if they could give me a shot and so I let them, I draw up the insulin give the the needle and bare my arm for them to poke. The other night, S asked J if she wanted to give me a shot. J was like “Nooooo” so I asked S if she wanted to give me a shot and she said yes.
J had wandered off to the kitchen to get more goodies and a drink, and S was getting ready to give me the shot when she told J to get back over to the table. The conversation that happened was funny:
S: J get in here I’m about to give Courtney her shot
J: just a minute I’m getting [some food item] and a drink
Me: this isn’t a movie, you don’t need snacks and a drink
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