One drug, in particular, required two syringes, a thick syrupy substance that filled said syringes, and Jill's "hips."
At least that's what the medical professionals want you to believe...until the moment of truth.
"Jill, because we have to inject this in your hips, we're going to give you a private room today to administer the shots."
That's right. Plural. Shots.
But, because this med has a tendency to burn as it goes in, the nursing staff doubles up and they inject it into both "hips" at the same time.
Double the burn in half the time. (It's like a fucking infomercial tagline for something no one wants...like anything being sold via infomercial.)
So we roll into our special, private room. We're a bit apprehensive, which is often the case when Jill and Jason are entering an(other) unknown.
Jill's instructed to lie on the hospital bed on her stomach and roll her pants down just enough for the nursing duo to access her "hips."
As they begin to sterilize the areas for injection,
And it's going to burn.
And it's going to be slow.
Oh, and she has to be very still. Which means - damn it, DAMN IT - I can't make her laugh.
But, that's what I do. That's what I have to do. That's what helps her. That's what helps me. That's what diffuses the intensity that is often packaged with a team of medical professionals wielding needles and pointing them at your ass.
Nope. No funny.
Be calm. Be serious. Be still.
So I was. We were.
The simultaneous injections commenced and immediately I could see the discomfort in Jilly's face. Propped on her forearms, face forward, Jill's breathing was very even, focused, and intense.
The injections were very slow, but sometimes not slow enough.
"Can you please go a bit slower on this side?" Jill'd politely exhale to nurse Speed Racer.
This ain't a race, fuck face, I'd think to myself.
Jill needed to prolong the burn to withstand the burn.
What a fucking situation to find ourselves in.
We're halfway thru her first round of this double trouble when Jill says to me, "I've so earned a brownie when this is over."
Two things here...
- Those of us in this private room have been doing nothing but stare at Jilly's ass for the past five minutes while this cocktail is injected. The only person not visually familiar w/ Jilly's ass at this moment is Jilly.
- I'm not permitted to 'crack' a joke, make a funny, or do anything that may make Jilly move during this procedure.