Ok, so now I'm out of the replenshed-at-premium-prices meds and I've got a lovely constellation of bruises and little red dots all over my bloated abdomen. And I can't bend my arm because it still hurts from yesterday's botched blood draw (although I think I should go to Sephora and see if they can find me an eyeshadow in the same shade as the giant bruise on my inner arm -- it's kind of a pretty color).
I'm getting a little weary of this.
Please, my dear little dozen, please get nice and plump by 11:30 tomorrow so I don't have to keep stabbing myself eleventeen times a day.
Wouldn't it be nice if this actually works? This IS all going to be worth it, right?