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.
Well.
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.
So.
There were the days before today, and now there will be the days after today. And today, when it all changed.
So.
Second puberty GO!
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