A nurse came by yesterday and taught us about giving my wife’s injections of Copaxone. We had done a bunch of other medicine injections before so we knew the basics anyways, but Nora taught us a few other tips so we definitely appreciated her coming by. She even said I was the best husband that she has ever taught. She said that I was very attentive. I don’t think that says as much about me as it does all the other husbands. It’s going to be a huge part of your wife’s life, why wouldn’t you pay attention.
I had always given Cheri her injections, so the nurse had Cheri give herself one yesterday, and in a place she had never taken an injection before because she was afraid to get one there, her stomach. She did it just fine. She made fun of my look while she was doing it, she said I had a “so proud of you” look. Which is what I felt, and apparently shown on my face.
We use the manual injection rather than the injector pens because they cram all the medicine into her at once and it usually burns. We’ve found with the manual injections, I can push the plunger really slow and it takes away a lot of the burning. They’ve been a lot easier on her.
I ended up giving her the shot this evening as I will probably do again from now on. At least I know if she has to, she can give herself one. Tonight’s injection only had one minor hitch. After I pulled the needle out, I dropped it. And as my habit, I tried to catch it. The needle poked me but didn’t break skin because of the angle it hit me. So nothing major.
It did bring back the memory of once I used to work with a solder iron and dropped it. I caught it though, pinned it against the table and burned my hand. I didn’t learn then, so I probably won’t learn now. It takes a few times before I figure things out. Just ask my mom, I’m a slow learner.