Today I learnt that my wife’s bottom is harder to inject than an orange.
Today was the day. The day I had to man up and tackle my needle phobia.The day I had to inject wifey with her hormones.
I felt nervous and nauseous. But we put on some soothing music and facing my demons head on, I just went for it and plunged the needle in her buttock. There was far more resistance than yesterday’s oranges. It required much more force on the plunger than I anticipated.
Not saying my wife’s got a fat arse. But thankfully she has. She didn’t feel a thing.
I am relieved. I am ecstatic. I have done it. Woo Hoo.
Oh no. I feel a bit feint. I need to lie down.
Blank.
I am lying on the sofa. My wife is peering at me. “Darling. Darling”.
“Did I pass out ?” I meekly ask. She nods.
“But you did it. I’m proud of you.” She says with no trace of irony. Thats why I love her.
Now we have to do it all again tomorrow.
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