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A joke?

KungFu

Now I am gonna get a spanking?

tomuchgear

why doesnt this belong in the anabolic zone? i would love to get a real syntherol/synthol discussion going on here.

i bet in the world you live in every one is a pony, eats rainbows, and craps butterflys.
there is no damn justice in the world.

stepani

I gave the first injection of my life - and wouldn't you know it would be into a penis!

Not just any penis, of course - but my dearly beloved's.

Funny thing, but when the nurse was showing me how to load the syringe, etc., my husband did say he wanted to learn how to do it, too (we had talked about it that morning). It seems the way it's done is to "train" one person at a time, as they make you do everything while they watch and coach. But he watched while I did it all, so I don't think he'll have trouble doing it later on.

Actually, he did participate by pulling his member into position, then turning his head as I poked the needle in. Like I mentioned, I'll have to do it faster the next time. And they all assured us it would be rote with a little more practice. Right now, though, he made it clear that he's quite comfortable with me doing the deed, as it's difficult enough for him to just be present and be the willing if reluctant target.

The really funny part was that the nurse said the same thing a friend did - that if I do the injections, there's not much fear of infidelity! But with him, that's one thing I don't really worry about. He's the most loyal and faithful man I've ever been with, and I've been with some real philanderers in the past. What a drain that can be. Of course I know better than to say it could never happen, but it's not too likely, I don't think.

So the nurse gave me the needle lesson, the resident supervised the injection, and the infamous Dr. Lue checked the results. Not bad with the bi-mix, and without the ache common with the prostaglandin (Caverject). Once again, it was too strange to be "manually stimulating" in the bright, white coolness of a doctor's exam room. They were all as nice as could be, and left us to to, well, whatever. But it was so much more of a science experiment than anything erotic or sensual - and not knowing when the door would pop open with one of the very kind people coming in to ask how it's going. Very surreal, indeed.

Dr. Lue feels there is some problem with blood flow, and talked about not turning on a faucet for a year, and finding a trickle come out because of built-up gunk in the line. Didn't much like that analogy, but he was so very sweet and funny and supportive. And seemed confident that he would get my husband's faucet pumping in good time, one way or another.

Just 15 minutes after I got home, the compounding pharmacy at UC in San Diego called to verify our address and insurance information. Seems that they will mail us everything, and we have instructions to increase the dosage until we're satisfied, and if that doesn't happen, we're to call the good doctor. At a minimum, they want to examine him every 6 months to check for scarring or fibrosis.

Hubby was a trouper, all right. I'm so proud of him for having the courage to go through with this, and keep a sense of humor about it. I think he's liking the idea of not having to do the Viagra dance - with the empty stomach, timing, and side effects. Now that we're past the big hurdle of the tiny needle - and it really is thin - if we can get the dosage and timing right, we may be two grinning cats.

Ovarian Cysts No More

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Wow