Internetz, I have survived three nights of intramuscular injections (IM)! If I may brag for a moment, I have to say, I was owning those needles. Well, that is, until tonight.
I'm not sure what Irish Boy did differently tonight, but that injection hurt like nobody's business. In fact, I would be remiss if I didn't say that it hurt like hell.
Tomorrow morning I start my day early with a wanding followed by blood work. Although I know it's still early days yet, let me just say that I hope that this torture produces some promising looking follicles and that Cyril the Cyst is behaving and hasn't been gorging on the Follistim and getting even bigger.
Tonight has not been an easy injection night and I fear that the memory of tonight's pain will regress me back to sheer panic when we have to do the one tomorrow night.
Someone please tell me all of this is worth it.