[color=#2e74b5]Legs[/color]

I knew she was going to keep her word. I just didn’t know what it would be like. Her threat/promise/tease of sticking 2 needles with 2cc’s of sterile water each, with 1.5” 25g needles into my leg (Vastus Lateralis) at the same time, was both scary and exciting. This is the spot more and more nurses are using as it is faster than waiting for the patient to pull down their undies, turn over and hold their breath. I always thought it was cruel and knew it hurt more than in the butt. Why we needed to do this experiment was not quite clear in my head. I do remember asking her what it was like when I gave her the Penicillin in her leg which she asked for while bring treated for Lyme Disease. I know that really hurt and wasn’t sure I wanted to try anything that brave. Her pain threshold was super high. This is when she suggested we try it on me so I could feel how it was. I laughed and quickly realized she was serious. “Next time you come here, we will do that”. I was aghast and couldn’t breathe for a moment. Surely she didn’t mean it. A moment of panic and then reality hit, she was serious.

As I was driving to her house, I thought over and over again how this would feel and would I even be able to take it? I just couldn’t image two needles being stuck into my leg at the same time. I was scared to death of just one. She was very diabolical in her dealings with me and always kept her promise under the explanation of “We are experimenting and gathering data.” She is a real university scientist and sometimes takes it to the extreme. Somehow that was not at all comforting and she scared me to no end as I knew she was absolutely going to do this. I then thought of something else she said. She had told me she was going to take 4cc’s of sterile water and inject it in the other leg so we can compare if two needles hurt more, or if it was the total volume of sterile water administrated that was more painful.

As I rolled this over in my mind while still driving, I realized I had brushed this thought off, as if she was kidding. Generally no more than 2 cc’s goes into the leg. If the injection is more, then it is almost always given in the butt. Why she would want to put me thru this experiment in pain, was at the moment beyond me. I could only think of crying, pulling back, screaming, or using our safe word. None of these options seemed to be sufficient for what she said she wanted to do. Why I hadn’t remembered this before going to meet her was quite beyond me and I was wondering if I should turn the car around and plain chicken out. The only problem is, I would never hear the end of it and I really like playing with her. Except now. I thought I was out of my head at the moment. As I kept driving to her, I was getting both brave and more scared with every moment. Would she really carry out her idea? Would I end up screaming like a little boy and embarrass myself? She had taken 2cc’s of Penicillin which I could tell burned like heck when she needed it and I wasn’t going to back out if she could take such a painful shot. My ego was set, my mind was clear, but my heart and soul was starting to shake.

I arrived at her house and she greeted me kindly and her attitude put me at ease. She wanted to get right down to business and started to prepare the two 3cc syringes and one 5 cc syringe. I knew I was going to part of her diabolical experiment in just a few short minutes and was getting more scared than I was even in the car. My moment was getting closer. As she drew up all 3 syringes, said “pull your pants down and get on the couch.” My heart sank, my bravery left and I couldn’t move for a moment. “Come on, my son will be home soon and we need to get this done.” I knew she was right and I obeyed her command. I lay on the couch with my back against the arm of the couch and my legs straight forward. She came over and immediately started wiping my left leg with alcohol, then moved to the right leg. I stared in disbelief. I was about to find out what multiple shots in my legs was going to feel like and I couldn’t breathe.

She took the two 3 cc syringes with 2cc’s each and a 1.5” 25g needle on it and positioned for entry. I could only be thankful that she was using thinner needles than I was afraid she might use. Before I could breathe, both needles suddenly pierced my skin. Wow. Talk about a jolt. I wasn’t even sure what it really felt like, other than a serious stick that sure hurt more than one needle might have hurt. Before I could even calculate in my mind what I was feeling, she jabbed the needle with the 4cc’s of sterile water into my right leg. It hurt almost as much as the first I think because I was so sensitized, but definitely the 2 on the left hurt a whole lot more. As she aspirated, I tensed up, knowing I was about to get 4cc’s of sterile water in my both my legs, just in a different fashion. Before she injected the solutions, she asked me which hurt more. I responded, “Definitely the 2 in my left leg.“ Just as I said it, she pushed the 2 plungers down in my left thigh and I felt the intense burning of the sterile water shooting in. It was as bad as I thought it might be and perhaps worse. The sting was intense and as she pushed down, it developed into a more intense sting with every second. I was praying for the end to come. As it did, I almost felt tears welling up in my eyes. I cried out. “Ouch” I said, “ouch, ouch ouch. God that hurts.” The stinging was intense and my leg felt like they had been violated. She asked me how that felt. I couldn’t even speak for a moment. “Very intense” I told her. “Intense? Good.” she replied. I could barely breathe. “Let’s do the second leg and see how that feels” she said. Before I could protest, she started pushing down hard the 4 cc’s of sterile water in my right leg. Perhaps it was the pain still present in my left leg, or the fact that only one needle had penetrated my poor skin, but it didn’t hurt quite as bad as the two on the left. Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, I realized that as we got to 3 cc’s and counting, my right leg was starting to be on fire. As she began the 4th cc, I was ready to use our safe word. My God that hurts, was all I could think of. I now knew why no more than 2 cc’s was given in a person’s thigh. It hurt! It hurt like fire and pain and a fullness that was more than just sore. “How did that feel she said as she finished. I couldn’t even respond right away, as the pain in both my legs was so intense and hurtful that I couldn’t speak. As the intensity of the pain subsided, she asked again. I replied “My God, they both hurt!” She asked once more, which one hurt more? I told her after a few breaths that “The left with the 2 needles was definitely more intense, and they both hurt a lot!” She laughed.

She’s a bit masochistic mind you, and that’s partly why I like playing with her. I know she will keep her word and my being scared will not stop her promises. Crazy I know, but it is still very exciting and filled with anticipation whenever we get together. She rubbed both my legs with alcohol and allowed me to hug her. She hugged me back as if to say; “I know that hurt and I’m proud of you for taking them”. She’s a woman of few words sometimes and this was no exception. She asked me to call her later and tell her which leg hurt more.

As I drove up the highway, barely able to push down the clutch of my 6 speed, it became clear that the 4cc shot in my right leg was starting to hurt more. I called her and told her. She asked me to let her know again in 2 hours.

While the truth is the right leg with 4cc’s in one shot was hurting more than the two 2cc’s together, they both hurt and which one hurt more was a matter of which mile marker I was at. They both did! Two hours later, it was clear, the single 4cc injection was now more sore than the left, BUT, the two 2cc’s in my left leg, definitely hurt more going in.

As a post note, with some additional experiments we conducted, it seems that 2 together given at the same time hurts more than getting 2, one after another. It’s your choice if you want to go for the longer time of 2 successively, or the higher level of pain of 2 given at once. For myself, I like the pain of 2 together, and if you are interested, I will write about additional experiments we did and will do, and post for your reading enjoyment. If you have a particular experiment you would like us to carry out, post it and we’ll see if it makes sense to try. The goal is to learn. Let me know what you think. This a true story and I have posted the pictures in my image gallery to prove it, under my name, plzu4ever. OUCH!