Implant

I'm having fits of the giggles this morning. Not from watching, listening or reading anything funny. Unless staring at my family's smirking faces counts.

Now that I'm not on estrogen for the next couple of months I've opted to have a Zoladex implant in order to tide me over and reduce the impact of falling estrogen and increasing levels of testosterone. This morning I had the injection.

In the past I've had blood tests, donated blood and had allergy injections. Even so I never felt comfortable with them. When my son was diagnosed with Leukemia when he was a toddler I had to get used to watching him have needles and cannula put in.

This morning was different. Needles in my arms are one thing but this wasn't going to be there. This injection was to be in my stomach.

Arriving slightly late I sat waiting for the nurse, not the one I normally see but one I don't think I'd met before. She was really pleasant and had read the letter from Brighton so knew what she was doing, understood what surgery I will be having and even asked if I had sorted out for my MRSA swabs and blood tests.

To do the injection she asked me to lie on the bed and, after swabbing the area, told me that it was going to hurt a bit. It did, more than the simple scratch when having a blood test but not too bad.

The giggles started as I was driving home, the sensation of having something in your stomach is a strange one. It doesn't hurt but there are little twinges when I'm sitting in certain positions or when I put my hand or arm on my stomach.

Of course my family are enjoying this, every time I have a twinge. I don't blame them, I'd be doing the same if I was them.

I'm sure that in a day or two I wont notice that its there and will enjoy the fact that I don't end up suffering any side effects from the lack of estrogen.