Wednesday, September 01, 2004

All Alone With a 22 Gauge 1 1/2 Inch Needle

I just intentionally impaled my right hip with this. Go on, look at it. Be impressed.

Eric is out of town for a few days on business so I have to take over progesterone injection duty for a little while. I just about fainted before I stuck myself with the monstrosity (more like an ice pick than a needle) but once I got it in it wasn't so bad. I'm not sure what I'm going to do tomorrow night; I may have to call my sister and ask her to help. I feel weird about this, because I know if someone asked me to do the same thing it would freak me out. But my right hip is really sore and I don't think I can do it with my left hand. I was talking to my brother about my dilemma and he suggested that to amuse myself while Eric is gone, I should come up with a list of people who it would be extremely awkward to ask to inject me. So far I've come up with: my bishop, the FedEx guy who's bringing me a book from Amazon, any of Eric's ex-girlfriends, and the missionaries. Any other suggestions?


  1. You can't forget about your home teachers. After that universal question, "is there anything we can do for you?" you can say, "Yes, actually, please inject some progesterone into my hip." I bet they'd never ask that question again.

    The missionaries would also be good for a laugh.

  2. Yeah, too bad we have no idea who our home teachers are. The missionaries...he he he. The funniest part of it all is that I have to drop my pants to get to the injection site - can you imagine???


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