This is my Lupron needle:
It definitely looks bigger than it is. Anyway, you have to open the top, push the needle out from the bottom and it looks like this:
After that, you take the yellow cap off, draw up the medication to the appropriate dosage and then inject it into belly fat. Once you’re finished, you replace the yellow cap and throw it into a sharps container.
My husband has done this for me dozens of times. Why tonight was different, I don’t know.
After injecting me, he took the needle and was putting it into the clear outer container the syringe comes in. As I’m swabbing the injection site with alcohol, I see the needle get thrown onto the counter. Cody is on the kitchen floor, still on his knees, and he’s examining his hand.
B: What happened?? Did you poke yourself?
C: A little bit.
WHILE HOLDING THE OUTER, CLEAR CONTAINER WITH HIS LEFT HAND, CODY PUT THE NEEDLE INTO THE CONTAINER USING HIS RIGHT HAND WITHOUT REPLACING THE YELLOW CAP FIRST AND STABBED THE LEFT HAND.
I am probably one mean bastard, but I almost died laughing.
I made comments on how it’s good we’re “clean”. I told him that now I was his “blood sister”. I may have made some comments about how he can now experience a portion of what it’s like to be on these hormones**. We acknowledged that it’s a good thing that I’m a universal blood donor.
After a while, once I stopped rolling around, Cody looks to me, with the saddest, most unamused face and says:
“Maybe today we can be even.”
I can give him that. An injection is still an injection.
** He didn’t actually inject any medication into his system. I don’t have any fears of him having a crying fit tomorrow 😉