Shots at the Spa

Last night two of my associates took me to the spa. It was nice, except for the fact that I had to conceal my arsenal of injection paraphernalia -- on the one night of the month that I have to give myself two shots.

Surprisingly, the timing on my spa treatments worked out perfectly for the two separate shots. The first shot is the one that's typically painless. For some reason, it hurt like hell last night and it drew blood. I think I contaminated my remaining meds (not everything in the tube is injected -- I use one tube for multiple injections). Awesome.

The second shot is the shot I dread all month. The BIG one. It's one shot that is 10 x's the amount of the shot I give myself on a daily basis. The needle is also thicker. This shot is the ovulation trigger. I was critical that I give myself the shot at exactly 9 PM CT. I did (well, 7 PM PT).

The second shot...holy hell it hurt. I'm in the bathroom at the spa, which is a stall within the main locker room. One of those bathrooms that isn't really private, because everyone within earshot can hear exactly what's going down.

The BIG one comes it it's own hermetically sealed package. I opened the world's loudest packaging (echo, echo, echo) and tried to give myself the shot. It usually only takes a try or two, but I lost count. I could not push that big needle in.

Finally, I sucked in my breath and "darted." It went in. Then I had to inject myself. How much medicine do they need to put in an injection? It seemed to take forever. I could feel my "shot location" AKA front fat roll, filling up with liquid. So gross.

It got worse.

When I pulled the needle out, a "skin-like substance" came with it. Foul.

So here I am, sitting in the non-private bathroom where outsiders can hear everything and I'm trying to not scream.

As of this morning, I'm officially ovulating (I have a stick with two pink lines to prove it)...so the clock is now ticking. By this time tomorrow, I'll have had my IUI.