Well, I can report that giving yourself a shot is not as bad as it could be. I'm not saying it's a good time, but it's not going to earn me any hardship points. Actually, much worse than the act itself is the stress of fretting and anticipating and dreading the act. It's hard to parse out what part of the physical reaction surrounding the shots is MS, what part is side effects, and what part is unadulterated "'hold it like a pencil and plunge it into my leg like a dart'? are you insane?"-ness. Disassociation is your friend. That and setting out the syringe before you go to work, so that when you get home at 8 or 9, you don't then have to wait 4 hours for the medicine to reach room temperature while you pretend to do a jigsaw puzzle. That's the longest 4 hours of your young adult life, in case you were wondering.
3 times a week for the rest of my life. Flu-like side effects should be temporary, they tell me. A few months at most.
Two things I hate about this:
1. It's so wasteful. 3 syringes a week plus all the packaging is a lot of plastic; seems like there ought to be some way to recycle it.
2. It's a great invitation to self-pity. One which I fairly readily accepted. I don't want to talk about it, but I REALLY want to talk about it, and so I end up just not talking to anyone at all. About anything.
Anyways, I'm working on #2. As for #1... maybe I'll write some letters.