As most of you all know by now, Crystal and I are working on starting a family. After quite some time of trying on our own, we finally came to the conclusion that we needed to seek medical assistance in order to reach our goals. I am going to spare everyone the gory details, but it suffices to say that it is a generally intrusive process (no pun intended) and can take something that is really fun and make it no so fun ( kind of like Dylan ) (sorry, Dylan, could not resist… ). Anyway, that is not so say that there are not some fun aspects to the process that we are going through. As the saying goes, there is always a silver lining. In fact, I was able to see and appreciate one such instance that I am quite proud of. So, without further ado, let me introduce you to Dr. Feelgood Blevins MD, FoS.
A bit of backstory…
Through the process of working w/ the fertility clinic, a patient is assigned fertility drugs. The main purpose of these drugs are to even out what would otherwise be an irregular cycle for egg production for a female. The drugs (clomid in this case) increases the chance of having a child by causing the ovaries to essentially prepare more eggs for ‘droppage’ (and does a myriad of other things as well – like make the wife very very cranky… very very very cranky… ;) ) Anyway, once those suckers are ready for the bombing, the fertility specialist will assign a ‘specially trained’ person to give the patient a shot to basically ‘shake the tree,’ causing eggs to fall like manna from heaven. Once there, those unsuspecting eggs are open for attack from the vicious helmet-headed micro aliens from some where near Uranus.
So, as Crystal and I were working through this process, it came to pass that I was granted the esteemed privilege of giving my wife a shot into her hind quarters after about 12 seconds of rigorous training in med school. Being the fair, level headed, and even keeled guy that I am, I accepted this solemn duty and promised to approach it with dignity and without heckling Crystal about it for DAYS… … …
Anyway, through it all, Crystal was a fair enough sport to let me take a few pictures of the carnage and, despite my claims of having ‘shaky hands,’ I feel that I performed my duties admirably. Since I had such a good time w/ it all, I felt compelled to share w/ the world. Maybe I should reconsider my career?
So the real question is, who’s next?
