I decided to stick it in my thigh. Off came my belt and down went my pants. This one hurt like a bitch on the way in. I slowly aspirated to see if I had landed the tip of the needle into a vein.
"No blood. Great. "
The plunger went in smoothly. I pulled the needle out, popped an alcohol swab on the site, and massaged the area.
I pulled my pants up, picked up my gun belt, and hooked it back on. It seemed to not fit me as well as it did a few weeks ago. I guess that would make sense because according to the scale, I had already gained fourteen pounds.
I left the house and got back in my patrol car. I picked up the radio and advised dispatch I was 10-8. Less
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