And apparently jabbing a nice sharp needle into your thigh and shooting oil into your muscles hurts a lot less than I thought it would.
I can still feel the blob of oil in my muscles while walking. It stung like a son of a bitch about ten seconds after I pulled the big honking needle back out. But for serious, this is not going to be as bad as I thought it was going to be. I was having reservations, up until sticking myself with the needle, about giving myself injections every week for the rest of my life.
Now, I think I'm going to be okay.
There were the days before today, and now there will be the days after today. And today, when it all changed.
Second puberty GO!