I hate shots.  When I was a child, I prepared myself for injections by pretending that I was a soldier going to war. I dreaded my visits to the pediatrician.  Hanging on the wall, was a terrifying Norman Rockwell print of a doctor holding  a huge needle to stick in the rear of a little boy.  When I started IVF treatments, that nightmare came true when my husband began administering nightly hormone shots in my buttocks.  He tried to lessen the blow by describing it as “just a little bee sting. Buzz, buzz.” But to me it was a 747 that landed.  


  1. Kristen Chambliss says


    I love, love, love your blog posts. Please keep them coming! Looking forward to showing them to some of my counseling clients. : )

    • Dear Kristen,

      Thank you for the great feedback and the encouragement! It means a lot to hear that my blog posts are helpful, and I’ll definitely keep writing!

      All the best,


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