The injection ended up being a breeze! Woohoo!
It helped that I'm used to handling needles and syringes (my cat had diabetes), so I was used to the whole drawing-up-the-medication, getting-rid-of-air-bubbles stuff. Then my doctor let me try using a capped syringe so I could get the feel of how much pressure to use to inject the needle, and then I was off. Done and done!
She was amazed, I think, that I wanted to do it in my stomach, but I felt a little more squeamish about doing it there than in my legs, plus I'd heard it hurt less there, so I wanted to get it out of the way under her supervision. I honestly didn't feel it at all when the needle or the 25 mg of Methotrexate went in. Super!
Now I'm just feeling bagged. I ended up leaving work a bit early and having a short nap (didn't want to sleep too long, cause I don't want to screw up my sleep tonight). I'm not sure if it's the drug, or if the effects of the whole last week-and-a-half have finally caught up with me...We'll see.