I cannot believe I just stuck a giant needle in my own tuckus.
And no, it wasn’t easy.
But… I had a bit of a dilemma, so I had to be quick about it. There was no time to be a baby about the whole ordeal; I was already late.
You see, I was getting ready to mix the solution when I realized I had left the instructions in my car. So, I made a quick run down to the parking garage a little after 7:05, thinking I still had plenty of time.
Wrong.
When I got back to my room, my room key no longer worked. At all. No green light. No red light. Nothing.
Perfect timing.
I ran down to the front desk (and seriously, this is the slowest elevator you have ever been in) only to be greeted by a sign that said “Currently away from the desk. Will be back momentarily.”
You’ve got to be kidding me. I’ve been here a week and have not once seen that sign. But there it was, at the only time it was actually important for me to get back to my room immediately.
So, I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
By the time the person got back to the desk and fixed my key, it was 7:25.
I was supposed to take my shot at 7:15. And this is the one shot where the time you take it really does matter.
Seeing as it is supposed to happen exactly 36 hours prior to retrieval.
So I ran up to my room, mixed the medication, drew it up into the largest needle ever and…
Plunged it directly into my backside. There wasn’t really any time to think about it. No real time to hesitate. I just had to act.
And now I am going to be a giant baby and admit: it seriously hurts.
But, it’s in. My trigger shot has been taken and that will hopefully be the last time I will ever have to stick myself.
I'm also crossing my fingers that the 10 minute delay won't be the end of the world.
Now?
I just spend this next 36 hours gestating.
ADSPACE
