Okay so here’s the thing about Ozempic lately. Everyone and their dog seems to be talking about it, right? Especially after rumours flew about Drake maybe using it. Honestly, my curiosity just hit the roof. Been feeling sluggish lately, like moving through mud, and my pants? Yeah, let’s not even go there. Tight. Real tight. So, I kinda just jumped in. Headfirst, maybe not the smartest move, but here we are.
The First Hurdle: Actually Getting It
First step, gotta talk to someone who actually knows stuff. Booked an appointment with my doctor. Took like two weeks just to get in, felt like forever. Sitting in that waiting room, flicking through magazines, heart beating kinda fast. Doc walks in, asks what’s up. I just laid it out: “Feeling heavy. Low energy. Tried eating better, walking more… nothing sticks.” Mentioned Ozempic, saw the rumours online. Doc listened, checked my stuff, ran some numbers. Said I fell into the range where it might make sense. Honestly? Felt a weird mix of relief and like I was maybe cheating? Signed the forms, insurance dance started. Waited another week biting my nails.
Surprisingly, insurance said okay. Phew. Then came the hunt. Called three pharmacies before one even had it in stock. Finally got the little box – way smaller than I expected. Held it, felt cold. Real. Expensive little pen.
The Jab Moment & The First Week
Got it home, stared at the box on the kitchen counter. Instructions seemed simple enough: twist on the needle, dial the dose. First dose was tiny, like a starter shot. Stuck the needle into my belly fat, like the picture showed. Heart hammered – seriously, stabbing myself? Deep breath. Clicked the button. Honestly? Barely felt it. Like a tiny pinch. Way easier than that dang flu shot. Put the pen back in the fridge, felt… weirdly accomplished?
Days one and two? Almost nothing. Kept waiting for some big change. “Where’s this magic?” I muttered to myself. Then around day three, bam. The fridge lost its halo. Looked at food, especially heavy stuff, and just… no. No desire. Finished half my lunch, pushed it away. My brain kept playing tricks: “You should eat!” My stomach just grumbled, “Nah, we’re good.” Ate maybe half what I normally would. Big win? Or maybe scary?
The Rollercoaster Weeks
Started the tiny dose every week, injecting myself. Became almost routine. But let me tell you, it hasn’t been smooth sailing. Some days were like a victory lap: energy levels actually okay, cravings crushed. Other days? Whoa. Side effects kicked my butt. Had this one Tuesday:
- Woke up feeling like my gut was filled with lumps of mud. Heavy and slow.
- BURPS. So many burps. Sulfur-tasting ones? Seriously gross.
- Just constant feeling like I might need to run to the bathroom. Not fun.
Drank more water than ever in my life trying to flush it out. Sometimes helped. Sometimes didn’t. Kept telling myself: “Okay, body adjusting. Just ride it out.” It faded after a couple of those days, but wow, reality check.
Where I’m At Now
Been doing this a few months. Doc upped the dose slowly. Weigh myself every week or so – steady creep down, not dramatic. Like maybe 10 pounds? 234 to 224? Big whoop, maybe, but clothes fit way better. The biggest thing? The silence. That constant mental chatter about food? “What to eat? When to eat? Want a snack?” Mostly gone. Just quiet. It’s kind of… peaceful? But also kinda strange? Hunger feels different. Not that desperate gnawing, more like a polite reminder sometimes.
Still get queasy sometimes. Still gotta watch what I eat – too much fat = disaster zone. Finding a place to inject that doesn’t bruise is a game. Did my thigh last week? Minor war wound. This stuff needs respect. It’s a tool, not a magic wand. Feel less obsessed with food? Yes. Feel like a celebrity? No. Just hungry less often, and sometimes queasy. Weird journey so far, not sure how long I’ll stay on it. But yeah, that’s my actual experience dragging Ozempic into my life.
