So I didn’t get much sleep last night. At 2:00 a.m. I was still looking for reasons to stay awake. I wanted tomorrow to get here, but at the same time if Jesus came back and ended the world, I wouldn’t have cared that much either. Seven a.m. will get here whether I wish for the end of the world or not.
I woke up at 6:10 - the damn lab/red-heeler pup in the back yard thinks he is a freakin rooster. But I knew that today was The Day. I had researched for months and months. I have worn Sancho out with inane questions. I have made this a really big deal on other forums. I’m the last guy in the world you would suspect prowling around over here on the dark side. Just ask Sancho. He’s said as much.
I drew the syringe, just like your supposed to. I wrapped the syringe loaded with 1.5 cc’s up in a heating pad, and headed off for the shower. I felt sick. Nervous sick. Getting married in an hour sick.
So was my wife. She’s encouraged me to take this trip. She’s the one that will stick an inch and a half needle in my ass. So she was a little nervous, she’s never even held a loaded syringe before.
45 minutes later I’m laying on the bed. Face down, and bare ass pointed at the ceiling. The syringe is hot. The oil is hot. I’m really wondering if I want to go through with this. I could just not do it, drop off the boards, and forget I ever thought about juicing.
Then I felt the stick. Then I felt nothing. I heard my wife giving me the blow by blow, but I kept my eyes closed. “I’m aspirating”. “Okay, now I’m putting it in”.
I couldn’t feel anything. I thought for sure I would feel something . A burn. An itch. Something. Anything. It had to be worse than this. It just had to. “All done, did it hurt?”
It didn’t. It didn’t hurt at all. All the staying up. All the worry. The thoughts of not doing it - all a bunch of bullshit. It didn’t hurt. In fact, just the opposite. I got such a rush from making it through the “First One” that I ran around the house screaming and jumping up and down. You would have thought that I just won the lottery, or at the very least - squatted 600 for the first time. I did it.
I may not be the biggest juice monkey on this forum, or on any other forum for that matter, but I am a member of the dark side. No longer am I all drive and no putt. All show and no go. I did it.
And it feels great.