As I talked about earlier, the shots gave me a lot of anxiety, so I researched and heard a ton of horror stories, but I also got some good tips too! My main concern was pain, of course. Which some experienced at the time of the shot, but others seem to experience after the shot. As the PIO is being absorbed into the muscle, it can create a knot, which becomes painful. (After literally hundreds of personal stories, posts, websites, etc...I noticed a few common themes to avoid this.)
First, make sure you're not using the muscle that it's being shot into. If you have to stand, bend the knee of the side you're going to inject. I took it a step further and decided to just avoid using either muscle period, so I lie down flat to avoid any flinching ;)
Second, heat the oil up by first putting it in the crease of your arm or arm pit. It thins the oil out just enough to make it easier to inject.
Okay so...this all plays out great when we are home and I get to lie down on my comfy bed for the shot. We knew there was going to come an evening when we wouldn't be home...and would have to do the shots somewhere else and that day finally came.
It was father's day and also one of our girl's birthday. She decided around 7pm that she'd like to celebrate with the family at Pop Stroke, a new mini golf place about, about 20 minutes away.
We have been there before and based on how crowded it is, it can take up to a few hours to complete the two courses they had. I mentioned that we might have to leave early because I would need to leave around 8:40 to get home in time for my shot, which didn't sit well with the birthday girl, because that meant we wouldn't be able to finish the course and if I left, the party would be over. ( I knew she was referring to me physically taking half the party with me when I left but if course acted completely flattered that I was the glue to this party 🥳.)
So agreeing with her that the party would be lame after I left...I reluctantly agreed to bring my shot paraphernalia with me. Ugh.
Okay so fast forward a few hours, it's a Sunday evening, see the course is popping... literally packed with people. We have only made it to the 11th hole and it's 8:55. So Phil and I let the group know we will be back, hand our clubs to the others and head out to the packed parking lot to his car. (If you've been to this place, you know there is no easy exit from mid course! We were walking across greens, apologizing to parties as I was praying I wouldn't eat it.)
After we made it out of the course and into the parking lot, to our car. I suddenly realized that laying face down in the back seat, with Phil bent over on top of me...might not be the best look out in public! I really hadn't thought it through!
So I share my concerns with Phil and he also agrees this might be more difficult than we thought. I could lean up against his car outside...but then again he's behind me doing something to my upper behind area...and this is only for people far away! Let's not count the fact that if anyone was getting into their car or sitting close by, they would see us with the needle, probably looking like some weird junkies!🥴
Okay, okay...think Summer! Where can we go, we are out of time and I have to get this shot!
I look around and behind me there's a restaurant that's closed for renovations and it has two large container sizes dumpsters outside of it. The sides of course are open with cars able to view us, but it was darker ish and I didn't see any cameras outside or signs of life inside, so Phil offered to back the car in between these dumpsters to give me more privacy and allow me to lay down in the back seat.
(Ok imagine it being dark...with all parking spaces full...so you can visualize)
Okay so plan is in motion...I'm laying down, trying to relax. I hear a car start up close by and suddenly I feel something crawling on my feet (because I was wearing sandals and my feet were still touching the ground ew)...Phil is still getting used to giving the shot as much as I am at receiving it and he's hesitating and triple checking he's in the right spot. So he finally injects me, but I can't stay still any longer, my imagination has gone wild and I could be standing on an ant hill with soon to be thousands of crawly bugs all over me...so I lift up my legs (using the muscles that are supposed to be relaxed ouch). He finishes the injection (which takes a bit, because it's thick and doesn't come out super quick) and I crawl back out of the car.
As I stand up fixing my clothes I immediately notice the car, idling with its lights on, perpendicular to us. (Hand to forehead) I'm sure trying to figure out what in the junky heck we were doing!
Phil's trying to find the needle cover (since I forgot my "sharps" container) and I'm inspecting my legs and feet to ensure there aren't a ton of bugs crawling on me.🥴 I was relieved to know that there didn't seem to be any bugs on me anymore...(the spazzy leg lift did the trick!)
Phil moved the car back away from the dumpsters into our original parking spot and we rejoined the others taking a route...similar to our exit. We only missed four holes and the police were never called on us...so it was a win in my book!
Although the scenario wasn't ideal...we learned a few things and we laughed a ton. Happy Father's Day Phil❤️.
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