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That bloody prick; never all that pleasant but sometimes necessary. 

I don't like injections, it feels odd and far too invasive. This one is going to keep me alive though, at least that's its purpose. It's a big-ass needle though and I reckon it's going to fucken hurt, but the alternative isn't much of a viable option - dying rarely is.

It's for emergency situations, time and life-critical moments, and has to be plunged directly into muscle; *Yeah, ouchy!* When it was explained to me at the hospital I commented to the nurse about how much I'd expect it to hurt and she said, *you'll not know about it until later G-dog, you'll be out to it - and without the injection that's how you'll stay so don't be a big baby.* 

A bloody cheeky one she was. 

That got my attention though, and I figure I'd rather have a sore thigh after having been speared by this two inch needle than be dead, there's no coming back from the latter condition...*although I'm coming back to fucken haunt some people, I promise you that. I have a list.*

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I carry the needle-kit with me at all times, the syringe and medication vial, and my girl-person knows how to administer it; she has to do it as I'll be out for the count and unable to.

I have visions of her stabbing it directly into my heart with all the gusto and force of someone harpooning a bloody whale and I wonder what that might feel like but she assures me she'll *probably not do that.* The use of the word *probably* wasn't lost on me. So, I'm on my best behaviour these days to hopefully prevent a possible heart-harpooning from my girl. I think she said that on purpose so I behave.

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I've been in difficult situations before, ones that carry risk, however it's a different feeling walking around day-to-day knowing it could be my last and that I'm reliant on being harpooned in the advent of me having a situation.

I'm one of those guys who likes to be prepared and part of that the need to have control, *maybe influence is a better word*, over what I do and how I proceed be it thoughts, attitudes or actions and now...well, there's things I can't control I guess and I may have to rely upon someone needle-harpooning me, or at least having the presence of mind to call *000* to get the paramedics on-site to do what they do...you know, save my life. I fucken hate not being in control of my life and it's caused me some stress lately.

I'm self-reliant by nature, I pride myself on it, but in this I'm not...I simply can't harpoon myself. It's been difficult to come to terms with that but I have; I guess that's one of my strong-points, the ability to adapt, overcome, stand back up, dust off and fucken move forward after being knocked down. I'd be lying if I said I'm not worried about getting harpooned with this needle though.

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Today a friend called me for a chat; he found out about my situation despite me telling almost no one in my real-life world - I think my girl called him to let him know I'd been in a bit of a battle over the last several weeks - he called to tell me something. You want to know what he said? 

*Cowboy the fuck up bro.*

That's what he said. He said some other words first of course, *g'day bro and all that*, but then unleashed that sage piece of advice. *Cowboy the fuck up bro.* He didn't need to say much else, he'd made his point. 

Isn't it strange how sometimes the most basic words can have the biggest impact? I knew I had to of course, I have no choice but to cowboy up, but it was like something fell into place when he said it and the thought of being needle-harpooned was no longer an issue. It all just made sense. 

If I am *out to it* and in need of a good fucken harpooning there's two things that can happen. I'll come out of it or I won't. If I do not I'll not know about it and can get to haunting those on my haunt-list and if I do...I'll owe someone my life and thank them for saving me. There's not much else to it really. I'll be grateful if someone harpoons me though, of that I'm sure. 
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I grabbed these shots today using my light box. I know, it doesn't look much like a harpoon but I get the impression it'll feel that way when it gets jammed into my upper thigh with purpose...they'll have to remove my pants first though and I hope I'm wearing underpants that day. If not, well...*surprise!* 

Getting injections sucks, for me at least, I simply don't like it. Does *anyone actually enjoy it?* I think not. How about you, do you hate needles too? Do you have any bad or interesting injection stories? *Have you ever been harpooned like a whale?* I hope someone actually has, I'd like to know how it feels so I can mentally prepare for it. Maybe you'd just like to make a general comment; either way feel free to reach out, I'm always happy to hear from you and will reply. 

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Design and create your ideal life, don't live it by default; tomorrow isn't promised so be humble and kind - galenkp

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<sub>Every image in this post is my own.</sub>
<sub>Olympus OM-D E-M10 Mark III was used to capture these images.</sub>