He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

I swear my husband loves me, but there are days that I doubt that! We had one of those days...

I got out the progesterone in oil bottle and warmed it in my bra (Totally Glamourous!) Got out the syringe and the needles and alcohol pads. Alex washed his hands, I took the bottle out of my bra and alcohol swabbed it and handed it over. As I wiped my butte with an alcohol swab he drew up the meds with a huge long needle. I then leaned against the counter and held on with tight hands took a deep breath and closed my eyes. He counts, "1, 2, 3". And then shoots the needle in - I scream and hear a, "oh sorry, it bounced off". This happens a 2nd time and then a third I am now in tears. He says, "we're going to have to try the other side." I say "wait, I need a minute. He says, "OH. I forgot to change the needle." The syringe comes with a huge ugly thick needle that after you draw up meds you change to a huge thin needle that will actually go through the skin to stick in your muscle. My butte is sorer than sore and now I dont just have ugly lumps I have bruises to match my thighs and stomach from the blood thinner.

He swears it was an accident! Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm