I had to get one of my medications (a shot) through the mail in order for my insurance to cover it (a fact I recently learned that stressed me out immensely, but was thankfully SO much easier than I thought it would be). The only probably was it was arriving anytime from 8am – 3pm and I had to be there to sign for it. So the other Friday- since I was going to be off work (convenient) I was on house arrest to get my package.
It was good timing because my sweet friend Emily that is moving to Minnesota way too soon (so sad) was able to come over – for coffee at 7am. And then for lunch with Dannie, who we are in a triad with at 12pm. And then “dinner” also known as the party food for their going away party at 6:30pm. It was really great:)
But my package came – YAY! (at like 2:15). And here’s what I opened up to:
It’s really not that intense… it looks far worse than it actually is. It’s funny how quickly you can get used to giving yourself a shot:)
Although I’m always game for some free alcohol swabs and gauze… just saying.