I type this post on my DH's ancient desktop computer. My laptop was having some issues during the past week and yesterday afternoon I finally took it to the computer doctor. It's still in the shop. All day long today (until my DH went to the gym so I could read and type alone in peace) I have not been able to be online. I really hope we won't be buying a new laptop this weekend, but it could happen. Sigh.
My DH gives me Delestrogen shots on Wednesdays and Saturdays. We used to do them at night, around 8:30pm or so, but the day long wait just increased his anxiety. So last Saturday we decided to do it mid-afternoon. It worked out great. Today we did the same thing. I iced my cheek for about 15 minutes, drew an ink circle in the proper spot (a target helps him focus) and laid on the bed, exposing my red, icy hip to the ceiling. He has this purpose tremor that is unbelievable. His hand wobbles and shakes and it's frightening as hell to watch. No amount of "practice" will help. It's an anxiety issue. But you know what? I don't care anymore. With an O.reo cookie sized frozen area on my bum, I just don't care. I can't feel it. I smile and say, "Good job, hon!" and he's all proud of himself. His mastery of good form just ain't gonna happen. In the end it only matters that the doggone med gets into my muscle. Results. Right?
With a fresh dose in my veins, I'm just waiting for Friday's U/S. And news about my poor computer.
2 months ago