That drive home seemed to take forever. When I got home... I realized it wasn’t long enough. We decided to do the shot shortly after dinner. My fork was shaking so badly, I nearly lost an eye. Think Daniel, think. What were the instructions the nurse gave you?
- Spread out the skin
- Stick fast
- Pull the plunger out and look for blood to make sure you didn’t hit a vein... YUK
- Push the plunger in slowly
Christi prepares the shot and wields the needle like a Samurai warrior in front of my face. I consider buying protective goggles for next time.
She leans over the bed and exposes the part of her hip where the nurse drew the bulls-eye in Magic Marker. Yes, we wanted to make sure we hit the right spot so the nurse did a little “butt art”. I, shaking like Robin Williams at rehab, get ready to move in for the kill.
In my nervousness, I forget step 2. Instead of sticking fast… I slowly push the needle into the butt. Amongst Christi’s eardrum shattering screams I can feel the needle passing through each layer of skin and muscle. I push in the plunger and pull out the needle to see Christi glaring over her shoulder. Flames shooting from her eye sockets as she screams… YOU HAVE TO GO FAST!
I take a few punches to the arm from tiny fists that normally hurt. This time… they did not hurt because I knew I had made it through the process without passing out. YEAH ME!
