It was one of the days in the week where I needed my treatment. Typically, my parents would have helped me infuse myself. Today, I felt brave enough to try to infuse myself. I washed my hands, pulled out the necessary supplies, and prepared for the infusion. I had watched my mother do this procedure a numerous amount of times.
I washed my hands again and drew up the medicine from the container into the syringe. Although, it was only 5 ml of liquid that would go into my bloodstream, a lot could go wrong. I was taking a exceedingly large gamble and if I screwed this up I might have to go to the emergency room. My parents were about a 1-2 hour drive away in Santa Monica and in Thousand Oaks, both working. I cleared my mind of all the things that could go wrong, took a deep breath, and told myself that I would be perfectly fine. I raised the needle from the plastic container. My hands were shaking like Mike Tyson in a spelling