A Shot but No Beer

I should have taken a picture of it. At the beginning of May I had to have an injection. We already know I'm a geek so let me just say: it was the coolest syringe I've ever seen. It was packaged in it's own little pink box about the size of one of those little pistols for ladies to carry in their handbags. Inside was this giant honkin' thing with a big fat needle on it. I was going to ask sweetie to give it to me but she took one look at it and simply refused. The really intimidating thing was that it had two chambers one behind the other like train cars. The contents of one chamber was powder and the other contained a liquid. I read the directions each step of which started with the words "While holding the syringe upright" and found that I simply needed to twist the plunger and slowly push the liquid into the powder until the powder dissolved. Then it was time to jab myself. In between patients I put a little lidocaine gel on my leg using a couple freckles as landmarks. One patient later I painlessly administered the shot. I was so proud of myself. Now all I had to do was wait for the side effects to start. The first thing was the pain in my leg once the lidocaine wore off. The stuff actually irritated the muscle so badly I limped for two weeks. It's all okay though because it just served to promote the notion that I'm having back surgery.