from the injections menu
MY FIRST INJECTION:
AND IT WAS INTO MY BELOVED'S PENIS
I gave the first injection of my life - and wouldn't you know it would
be into a penis!
Not just any penis, of course - but my dearly beloved's.
Funny thing, but when the nurse was showing me how to load the syringe,
etc., my husband did say he wanted to learn how to do it, too (we had talked
about it that morning). It seems the way it's done is to "train" one person
at a time, as they make you do everything while they watch and coach. But
he watched while I did it all, so I don't think he'll have trouble doing
it later on.
Actually, he did participate by pulling his member into
position, then turning his head as I poked the needle in. Like I mentioned,
I'll have to do it faster the next time. And they all assured us it would
be rote with a little more practice. Right now, though, he made it clear
that he's quite comfortable with me doing the deed, as it's difficult
enough for him to just be present and be the willing if reluctant target.
The really funny part was that the nurse said the same thing a friend did - that
if I do the injections, there's not much fear of infidelity! But with
him, that's one thing I don't really worry about. He's the most loyal and
faithful man I've ever been with, and I've been with some real philanderers
in the past. What a drain that can be. Of course I know better than to say
it could never happen, but it's not too likely, I don't think.
So the nurse gave me the needle lesson, the resident supervised the
injection, and the infamous Dr. Lue checked the results. Not bad with the
bi-mix, and without the ache common with the prostaglandin (Caverject).
Once again, it was too strange to be "manually stimulating" in the bright,
white coolness of a doctor's exam room. They were all as nice as could be,
and left us to to, well, whatever. But it was so much more of a science
experiment than anything erotic or sensual - and not knowing when the door
would pop open with one of the very kind people coming in to ask how it's
going. Very surreal, indeed.
Dr. Lue feels there is some problem with blood flow, and talked about not
turning on a faucet for a year, and finding a trickle come out because of
built-up gunk in the line. Didn't much like that analogy, but he was so
very sweet and funny and supportive. And seemed confident that he would get
my husband's faucet pumping in good time, one way or another.
Just 15 minutes
after I got home, the compounding pharmacy at UC in San Diego called to
verify our address and insurance information. Seems that they will mail us
everything, and we have instructions to increase the dosage until we're
satisfied, and if that doesn't happen, we're to call the good doctor. At a
minimum, they want to examine him every 6 months to check for scarring or
Hubby was a trouper, all right. I'm so proud of him for having the courage
to go through with this, and keep a sense of humor about it. I think
he's liking the idea of not having to do the Viagra dance - with the empty
stomach, timing, and side effects. Now that we're past the big hurdle of
the tiny needle - and it really is thin - if we can get the dosage and
timing right, we may be two grinning cats.