Day 1: Lupron

Morning regime:

Baby Aspirin
7 pills of Wheat Grass Juice
Herbal tea to wash it down with.

And now.....drum roll.....we shall add lupron to the mix.

The first shot was scary. Did I swab enough alcohol on both myself and the vial containing my lupron? Was it 20 or 25 units? I read the instructions at least 5 times. It was 20. Definitely 20. Okay. I could do this. Hell, I gave my precious kitty, Kiki, insulin shots for months before she passed away from diabetes complications. But why was THIS so scary? Really it is such a tiny needle.

John even offered to do it for me. No. That is scarier them me giving myself a shot. I declined. He layed in bed next to me, warm under his blankets, while I pondered the dreaded needle.

I pulled up the skin on my abdomen, near my right hip bone, and made a little flesh tent, like I did with Kiki, so many years ago. I took Julianna's advice and aimed for a little red freckle and I struck near to it. Tiny little burning sensation that didn't get worse. Not bad. I depressed the plunger. No increase in pain. No fluid came spilling out. Amazing. I feared that it would all leak out of me...all that precious lupron, gone. But it went in and I pulled out the insulin needle. Lupron back in the refrigerator, and the needle dropped into the empty red-colored sharps box with all it's biohazards warnings written all over it. I reckon, if the Urofollitropin shots are as easy, this won't be a problem.

That is, at least until we get to the big-assed intramuscular progesterone ones. I'll need a shot of vodka to do those.