skywaterblue

My mom came home today. (But she leaves tomorrow night for LA, so we're really just a pit stop.)

I had to give her a shot in the stomach. This didn't really bother me because I'm quite used to using sharps and had more trouble opening the special mailing tub for sharp disposal than I did using the needle. No, it bothered me because it gave me flashbacks to my shaking hands guided by Minax in play piercing class the night they put my dog to sleep.

Life sucks. I wish I was using my skills for evil instead of good.