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Triggered yesterday morning. DH gave me the shot and I think he was a little to excited to do it. He's been hopeful that I'll get annoyed with nurses/techs giving me shots and taking blood draws and I'll ask that he'd be allowed to do it. I could see that he was happy to help and that made my day yesterday.

All-in-all, yesterday wasn't great. I fell down the stairs (again) carrying Belle. Pooped another couple stitches in my mouth (seriously though, how many stitches did they put in there?!). Got the news about my grandfather. It is what we thought, BUT he's "thinking" about what he's going to do. That's a huge step from "plant me in the ground".

here's to hoping :)