Due to my husband’s previous PE history and Protein C deficiency, he falls into the category of having high risk of developing blood clots after this appendectomy surgery. He was prescribed with two boxes of Clexane, a kind of low-molecular weight heparin filled in yellow and blue syringes. He is going to be required to have one injection daily for at least 30 days.

Guess who is going to do it? Or the real question is: Is there any person in this house who is suitable for the job better than me?

So, I was given about 10 minutes training in the Canberra Hospital by a registered nurse, who was an excellent demonstrator and explained the steps so well that I almost believed that I had no fears (I said “ALMOST”). This morning I gave the first complete shot on my husband’s belly (yesterday I only involved in cleaning his skin with a wipe and pushing the syringe to the end).

Here we go……90 degrees angle, got it in, slowly pushed the other end of the syringe and pulled the needle out……it felt actually nice to do it, and I think I want to give it another go……is this thing addictive?

Hubby was satisfied after the injection, as there was no pain, no bruise and you even can not see the needle point. Well, his feeling is more important than my pleasure, isn’t it?

I don’t know how you feel about it, I have come to realise (more and more) that my whole life has been a progress of being forced to grow. No matter I like it or not, I am forced to learn new things, to master new skills, to deal with never dealt-with and to understand mystery of the life.

Slowly and slowly, you gain the confidence and see the bigger world that you have never seen before. Your appearance doesn’t change, but you know that you are probably getting closer to be a “Superwoman”