This morning, I went in for a blood draw, with a fasting lipids test, so I worried a little about getting poked with no food in my stomach, but it worked fine. I distracted myself by counting powers of two, and I only got up to 16384 before she finished.
I think I've determined that at this point, what I'm afraid of isn't the shots themselves, but my reaction to them. I had the woozy, creeping blackout feeling, and the nerves beforehand. But as long as I'm looking the other way and thinking about something else, the whole experience is way, way easier than the buildup in my head. I'll have to try to reimagine myself as someone who has no trouble with needles :)
The resignation is in the works, too, so all the stressors from yesterday are more or less taken care of. I think I should start a list of things I need to do before the end of August!