Even though I was *really suffering*, I simply couldn't get myself to sink taht stainless steel fang into my living flesh."
Guys are such wimps.
My first do-it-yourself injection: I had the flu, it dragged on with bronchitis, and the doctor to whom I finally went, no wuss he, gave me a prescription for what turned out to be a kind of penicillin that was guaranteed to cure tertiary syphillis with one dose. (I, however, was supposed to do it three times.) So I filled the prescription, went to the supermarket, guiltily and furtively bought a ten-pack (the smallest) of disposable syringes.
Returned home, I had a glass of wine and set about figuring things out. The box the pharmacist had given me turned out to contain a small bottle of penicillin powder and a small bottle of distilled and sterile (I imagine) water. The instructions said to extract the water from the water bottle, using a syringe, and then to expel it into the penicillin powder bottle and shake well. Okay, clear enough. I accomplished the first part without difficulty, but stupidly did not realize that you weren't supposed to pull the syringe out of Bottle No. 2 before shaking. So try as I might, the syringe didn't work anymore. Good thing I had ten of 'em. Something--I don't remember what--went wrong on the second try as well. But third time lucky.
I was READY now. Sure, I know that on TV they always squirt a little out before sticking it in the patient, but I figured that was just for show. Wrong. Stuck it in, pressed the plunger, and up popped a nice subcutaneous air bubble. Hurt, too.
Back to the drawing boards. I then squirted some out (all over my pillow), and finally managed to inject what was left into my thigh. I had more wine. MUCH more wine, as frankly I was feeling a little dizzy.
Now IMAGINE if I'd had to hit a VEIN? |
