I don't think I've ever made anyone cry, but I'm pretty sure I've made them want to! My veins are deep- hard to see and difficult to feel. And apparently not quite where they seem to be even when you find one. More than once in the last eight months or so I've had someone just stick the needle in where they think it should be and then dig around hoping to find it. Fortunately, my Remicade nurse is a lot better than that.
Her suggestions were to get a stress ball and regularly exercise my hands and to drink a couple of glasses of water the morning of my infusion so that I'm properly hydrated. I started working on the water when the infusion was scheduled because I knew that I was dehydrated, but I've been so queasy that it's been hard.
One of the first things my boss said to me this morning was "So, do you feel any different?" Um, no. It hasn't even been 24 hours yet. Remicade is supposed to be good, but it's not magic.