Since I already laid everything out, once Hilari arrived, I sat on the couch and we started to roll. The first shot. Gonal-F; dose 225. As I took the cap off the syringe, my mouth went dry and I started to feel self conscious in front of the camera. With my hands slightly shaking, I carefully drained the prescribed dosage from the small glass bottle. I held my breath, wiped my stomach with a small alcohol swab and pushed the needle into my skin. Pressing down the plunger, I counted to five and reminded myself to breathe. One shot down, one to go.
The second shot. Menopur; dose 75. This particular shot involves mixing sodium chloride with a powder and changing the needle to a smaller one, and then injecting it. Let's just say it didn't go as smoothly as the first one and I went into a little bit of a panic mode. I had to read and re-read the instructions. I finally got it together and made the injection. As I put pressure on the plunger, I felt a burning sensation under my skin. Maybe I'm pushing the plunger too fast I thought to myself. I eased up. It still burned. I took a deep breath, looked away from the needle and kept pushing until the syringe was empty. Done.
Whew! I made it. Honestly, it was not as bad as I thought. The most difficult part was the split second before I poked myself with the needle. My brain kept reminding me that it would cause pain. All in all, the whole process turned out to be easier than I expected. Day one, shot one (and two) are dunzo.
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