Oh dear me, tonight was a whole new experience. I had to administer BOTH shots on my own. Mr. R wasn’t around to lend a helping hand. When 9pm clicked over and I freaked out….my palms were beyond sweaty they became their own tropical thunderstorm. Trembling and dripping wet I seriously contemplated asking my neighbour to do it for me. I had no faith in myself and time was ticking by really fast, I had to suck it up and do it.
But I couldn’t…..I panicked and was about to rush myself to the hospital.
Drastic I know but at the time I was feeling so overwhelmed I couldn’t think straight. Felt like a matter of life and death and to put extra heat on the subject, I had a limited amount of time to get this Org in my belly. Like 2 minutes ago.
I sat down and messaged my Mum for support. And those words of encouragement came flooding across. At first I’m all – Mum help me!!
I can’t do this. Too hard to stressful, Mr.R is unreliable, Going to cancel the cycle and a heap of self-pity rants. rah rah rah.
Mum keeping her calm disposition replied “Oh luv, if you can’t do it that’s ok “.
I looked at the clock and more than ½ hour has passed now. F*%k it, I can do this!
Picked up that Org and poked it into my skin, was tuff had to give a bit of oomph behind it, I could feel the needle penetrate through to my abdominal cavity, it kind of went – Pop, then I plunged that medicine into my belly.
As I was injecting the Org I realized mid-way that I forgot to squeeze out the huge air bubble in the syringe. I wasn’t about to stop now. Nope no way.
Continued to push the liquid in, as the vile emptied – it kind of farted into my belly. Made me laugh, such a bizarre feeling. Oh well that wasn’t as bad as I was carrying on about. And a good lesson learned, I won’t forget to clear the air bubble ever again. And I did it! All by myself…. Did it for those sweet follicle-baby’s!