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.
