A distant ship, smoke on the horizon ~Pink Floyd
I expected worse. The needle sank into my skin, the metal tip melting, disappearing, as if my belly didn't mind being penetrated. The wince on my face wasn't warranted until I felt the sting of the liquid pouring in as I pushed the syringe and counted slowly to 10. And then it was over. If it wasn't for the one drop of blood that slowly bubbled up, I wouldn't have known exactly where I'd pricked.
The prep work took the longest - 15 minutes of measuring and screwing and disolving the 1 vial of water and 4 vials of powder into a single dosage of hormones.
I'm resting now. I'm not super moody, just lethargic. My appetite is also waning. I just feel kinda blah and bloated and PMSey. I'm sure it affects everyone differently, but so far totally tolerable.
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