So DH is out of town for a couple days. We'd been trading off on who does the shots, and it was all going relatively smoothly. I know this sounds silly but for some reason the lack of moral support has made it tougher for me to sit there and stick myself. Especially because it had only been two days that I'd been giving myself the Gonal-F/Menopur stimulation cocktail, which is signficantly bigger than the lil ole Lupron on its own. And I'm not a very precise person by nature (DH is the baker in the house, I'm the cook, because I don't like to measure), so I had to read the damn directions like 4 times to make sure I wasn't going to give myself so much medicine that I'd make follicles grow out the side of my head or something.
I was made more nervous today when I discovered that I had a bruise from yesterday's shot. "Oh, this is going to hurt," I thought, which isn't logical either, because I'd been the one to give it to myself the day before, and it hadn't hurt. But who can reason with a drug-induced infertile woman? At first I tried to insert the needle timidly to avoid pain, which of course it didn't, so I gave it a perhaps overvigorous plunge. When I drew out the needle, I bled a little for the first time, and then immediately a bruise started to form, and now there's this hard little mass where the needle went in, and it hurts a little. And it's going to be a bigger bruise than yesterday's, all in attempt to avoid a bruise like yesterday's.
So big surprise--stab yourself too hard and it hurts.
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