First dose, done

Day one. I am writing this partly because somebody else's day-one entry is the reason I felt able to do it at all, and it seems only fair to leave one behind.

His first entry is four paragraphs about the dog and one sentence about the injection.

I told one person. Not my mother, not work. One person, and only because she asked me a direct question at the right moment.

I want to write this down before I forget how frightened I was, because I suspect in three months I will not believe it. Twenty minutes of standing there. Then eight seconds. Then it was over and I felt faintly ridiculous.

What I keep coming back to is how long it took me to get here. Not the medication — the asking. Years of that.

Nel needs out.