I knew it was coming

Last night was Wednesday. I knew it was coming – the progesterone shot. I kind of hoped they might have forgotten about it. They didn’t. The nurse came it with the needle and said, “wow, I see why you don’t like it. As I filled the syringe I could see how thick it is.” Oh goodie.

So I got the shot at around 9:10. At 9:30 I started thinking that maybe I had remembered incorrectly how much the shot hurt. It wasn’t too bad. Then at 9:45 I suddenly remembered that I was right all along. It hurt. A lot. I planned for it this time. I asked for a heating pad to help the content diffuse faster. I guess it worked. But the good news is that I don’t have to get the shot again. Until next Wednesday. I’ll probably mention it every time. It is very memorable.

This morning I woke up with a pretty bad cough. I guess I have acquired a cold since I have been here. That’s the price you pay for so many visitors. Somebody is likely to be sick. My doctor, who has already come to see me, is going to set me up with some stuff that will hopefully make me all better.

After being monitored this morning, everything is looking good. No news is good news.

3 Replies to “I knew it was coming”

  1. Ouch. I’m sorry. That sounds like a miserable shot. I can’t even imagine. I have to give myself Lovenox injections every day now, and it stings like crazy, but at least after five minutes or so it’s over. Glad yours is only weekly.

    Keep on keeping on. We really appreciate your updates. Good to hear things are going well right now.

  2. Hey,
    Hang in there. I still have the flu and all my kids have been sick, so I’ve been staying away.
    Just relax and let that baby grow!

  3. I hope you get to feeling better soon. Being sick AND being in the hospital are no fun… and you’re doing both. (plus the shot, OUCH!)

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