Shots on Me

          First, I am not complaining.  Okay, I’m complaining a little bit.  I just had the second set of injections from harpoon-like needles that look like this:

          One of the techs at the medical office said these are the largest needles they have.  This came as no surprise whatsoever.

          In case you are new to this blog, I am part of a clinical trial to try out a shot that is supposed to reduce my breast cancer tumor.  And trust me, I am excited and grateful that I don’t have to do chemo.  BUT… or I should say, BUTT… these are shots I have to have every two weeks (and then every four weeks) for six months, one in each hip.

          Why not just one, gigantic shot?  I’ll tell you why.  Because there is no needle in existence-- outside the profession of whaling-- that humongous.  So they have to give me half in one shot, and half in the other side.

          But wait, there’s more!  The liquid in them is so thick that they can’t just give me the shot in the usual few seconds it takes.  No, no. Each shot takes a full minute and a half to inject it all. 

          Think about standing there in excruciating pain for 90 seconds as the nurse slo-o-o-owly injects the liquid.  NINETY SECONDS.  You can’t even find a bad commercial on television that runs that long.  And then doing it again.

          Of course, I’m grateful this stuff exists and I’ll be even more grateful if it shrinks the tumor.  But my back side is not particularly grateful right now.  Just saying.

          Have you watched my YouTube Mom videos lately?  Check ‘em out here—hundreds of life hacks in short videos that thankfully do not show my injection sites.