There she sat, jeans around her ankles as I steadied myself to stick it in.
"Oh just go ahead" sighed the nurse, "it won't hurt a bit"
I picked my spot, aimed, and with a fast jab, it was done. The nurse was right, it didn't hurt. Although, the dirty looks from the nurse at our embarrassing hesitations smarted quite a bit.
This morning we had our lesson on giving the trigger shot injection, or 'prik les' as it's called here. Never was there a more underhanded insult of a name for such a thing. Prick less indeed.
I thought it would be five minutes in and out and we'd be ready to move on, and in the way that mirrors the story so far, it was not to be.
We sat in the nurse's office for 45 minutes while she went through everything. What vials contained what, which needles were which, how to break open the vials, and a load of safety information.
There is a surprising amount of 'stuff' involved in giving one injection.
Three vials to mix, two needles, (one for the mixing, one for the shot) gadgets to snap open the glass vials and a chemical disposal box that looks like something from the props department of 'Outbreak'.
It was almost overwhelming to see all the paraphernalia laid out on the table, and the seconds just before you have to jab the needle are strangely paralysing, through anxiety of being too forceful, or not enough, and having to push it further.
We had a dry run with a saline solution and that really eased any worry. We're confident that we'll get it right.
That didn't stop ET from being convinced that I would miss her thigh and ram the needle into her cornea though for some reason. I reminded her that I have a 100% record of never blinding any semi-naked woman that I've stabbed in public.
There's always a first time I suppose.