Syringe

This morning, after I woke up and sorted out my biological functions, my roomie and bestie Linda, reminded me that it was time to inject.  You see, we both take our estrogen by injection, and on the same day, every 10 days.

So this morning, I sat looking at the syringe.  In it, I had put my usual dose.  Now, I hadn't been awake more than fifteen minutes at that point.

I've been on HRT for over three years now.  The first six months or so, I was oral estrogen.  However, due to my concerns about my liver as well as my desire to get... things... moving faster,  switched to injecting estrogen.  And yes, things moved along very nicely.

I inject every ten days, alternating my injection site between my left thigh and my right thigh.  That means this time I inject in my left thigh, next time in the right thigh.  Got that?

In any case, this morning I injected in my left leg.  But, as I was saying, before I injected, I was sitting, staring at the needle.

Look at that enthusiasm!

I just didn't feel like jabbing myself this morning.  Wasn't in the mood.  After all, it hurts a little.

"Don't worry: this won't hurt a bit."

Now, Linda and I inject in different ways.  She takes forever to inject.  Me, due to my training (paramedic: long long ago), I just get it over with.  Boink!  Done!  Of course, I'm far more likely to end up bleeding from the puncture wound as well.

However, there is another impediment to speed: viscosity.  You see, the estrogen is very thick- like vegetable oil.  That makes it much harder to depress the plunger.  So, in my case, I have to use two hands.  The one to hold the needle firmly as I depress the plunger to inject the estrogen into my muscle.  The other holds the bottom of the needle to keep it from penetrating deeply into my thigh, as it really takes a lot of force to get that plunger down.  Once I finally get the needle in, it usually takes me thirty seconds to finish the injection.  

It feels heavy at the injection site as the estrogen is absorbed, and I massage the area briefly after injecting to help it along.  Sometimes, I need a band aid; sometimes I don't.  

So as I was saying before, I really didn't feel like doing this.  

Then I realized something.  

I was looking down at the syringe, and plainly in my sight were my breasts.  My beloved D cup breasts.  That were a direct result of injecting estrogen.  As was my softer skin.  Among other things.  

 Thank you Estrogen!

I smiled.  

And jabbed the needle through my skin.

Sweet, Sweet Estrogen.