Coming home I still had to do shots of blood thinners to my belly daily. That hurt like hell, I don’t know how people who are diabetic do it. I have been told that in the hospital while I was out they would do it and it looked like they were shooting darts into my belly. There is no way of being gentle while giving or receiving these kinds of shots. I couldn’t do it to myself, so my husband had to do it for me. I cursed him out every time. I didn’t have to do this very long, I was able to go on the pills pretty quickly.