Last night I got my first vial of estradiol valerate and decided today would be the day I start. I've posted before that I have a phobia about getting injections/blood draws/IVs which is ironic given I'm a nurse and paramedic.
So today I woke up and went to my stash, took out the bottle, a syrine, filled the syringe with the proper dose and said "OK, let's do this!"
10 minutes later...
Self: "So...I see you still have the syringe in hand."
Me: "Piss off. I'm working on it."
Self: "..."
Me: "Right! This is it, here I go!"
Five minutes later...
Self: "So...how's the injection going?"
Me: Shut up. You're distracting me."
Self: "Want me to give it?"
Me: "No! Leave me alone. I got this. OK, this is really it this time. Here goes!"
Five minutes later:
Self: **whistes** Ya know, I'm getting kind of hungry..."
Me: "!#*^*(@#*)&^$*^#(*^!! Screw it!**
**poke**
Me: "Say....that was good. All of my patients say I give good shots and they never feel it. I didn't feel that at all."
Self: "Told you. Big wimp."
Me: "Sod off, damn you!"
30 minutes later...
Me: "Feel pretty good. I'm not, uh, I'm not scared at all. I just feel kind of... feel kind of invincible."
Self: "Me, too. I got a very positive attitude about this."
Me: "Good, me too."
Self: "Yeah!"
...
Me:"Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?"
10 minutes later...
Me: "What's in the stuff?"
Self: "Wind, fire, all that kind of thing!"
So yes, I am feeling a pretty nice sense of wellness that I was hoping I'd get from HRT. The edge has been taken off my dysphoria. I like this.
