PIO Haiku .:. Valentine's Day

PIO Haiku

needle slides in fast
relax my butt, bite on hand
dot of blood leaks out

Happy Valentine's Day to the man I love: the man that puts 25 gauge needles into my hip each morning, loaded with 50mg/ml of progesterone in ethyl oleate. It must be love, because although he nearly faints at the sight of blood, and is to queasy to even watch me pop a zit on myself, he's given me eleven, count 'em, ELEVEN hip shots so far and he's done a fabulous job at it. No pain. Not a bit. Just a tiny prick when the needle goes in, but nothing else.

In fact, I have never in my life had a single butt, or hip, shot, any intramuscular shot in fact, that I didn't recoil in pain from...until now. I haven't had to use ice, a heating pad, or any of the other methods I've read about online. It's really uncanny and, just to make it interesting, I have threatened him with exposure. I think I should post an advertisement on all of the infertilty and IVF boards that "Man in Los Gatos will give you your progesterone in oil shots. FREE. Guaranteed to be painless as long as you buy the PIO in ethyl oleate." I'm not sure if he feels complimented, excited at the prospect of seeing so many women's bare hips, or shudders at the fear of so many shots. But I can see them lining up in droves. :-)

Happy Valentine's Day sweetheart.