(tl;dr at bottom)
Man, oh man. Tonight I actually had some issue hitting, thanks to the shitty ass flimsy fucks known as insulin needles. The only positive to them, for me at least, is if your experienced enough you can leave behind relatively hard to notice marks. Especially if you failed to register, fell out and so forth. Unless you just really fuck it up. Big con in my experience at least is they have a propensity of moving so fucking much and even bending if you're not careful.
Anyways I spent a regretful amount of time trying to hit. Tried the elbow crooks, which mine aren't worn and torn but they have been used recently. I didn't wanna agitate anything there so I moved to my forearm. Was real fucking shaky coming down of the shot I took this morning. The shakes + insulin ribs = a fucking potential nightmare. Couldn't position my arm to present the thick vein while hitting it. Eventually moved on down to the back of my hands. At this point I was fucking mad. Not tantrum or breaking shit mad. But, if I was that type of person I sure as shit would've been on a rampage by then. No registers and/or slips combined with the shakes and mounting anxiety got me to even try my feet.
The piece of shit rig ended up being a blood-meth mix. And I wasted a fucking embarrassing amount of the shot, thankfully it was a smaller than normal one. I essentially threw the shit down the drain by wasting it the way I did. I cursed any and everything around me and followed my user's instinct and got in the shower to regroup. Got out a tad more calm and slightly less shaky. Grabbed myself some waters and to distract my mind hopped on here to BL.
Unintentionally I stumbled across this thread. And the point of my experience is when I miss/fuck up too much to hit at that time I will browse the forums. The community helps me relax and in a sense center myself.
After few groovy tunes, half hour or so browsing, a ruined (dull and possibly clogged) rig later I decided to try again. Loaded my last rig, killed a few more minutes on here and when I was ready headed to the bathroom. No shakes. Clear minded and patient I found my target and went for it. With the particular rigs I had you get a sense of how fucking cheap they are, you have to be dead fucking on when you pull/push the plunger. Popped in and the moment of truth, the register. Tried to pull and of course at first I felt the sting of probably poking through or slipping. Removed in great form, no bleeders. Picked a spot right above it, hit, got the rose bloom and began the plunge. At first it wiggled a little and I was like, "Oh fuck, it's gonna be a miss." Finally got the piece of shit to start moving and got a little bit dispensed. No burn, no sting. Began the second push and felt a sting, was just the needle wobbling and pulled back just enough and decided here we go. Injected the rest and to my relief no miss. No blood, no bruise.
TL;DR
When I can't hit I browse Bluelight and participate, at the very least. If you manage to engulf yourself into something else for just a little bit and try again chances are you'll hit.
P.S. Tina was the gear, by the way. What pissed me off the most is I am an ex-horse rider so I by all means shouldn't have had that issue at all. If one thing I've gained from my habit(s) is how to hit a fucking vein first time.
