Slippery Fingers Award goes to... ME (not that kind of slippery fingers)
I dropped my vial of T on a tile floor.
It shattered, in front of my entire family and I left the room because I started to cry, as I watched my dad soak it up into a sponge to get the liquid and glass off the floor.
Because I still don't have a doctor to prescribe, and I thought I was OK b/c I could find one in the next two weeks, because I needed to inject today and had 1cc left, so I was safe for a 15 days. I am now safe for one day.
It is not the end of the world... I can fix this problem, I can hopefully get an emergency apt with Whitman Walker on Monday.
The good side: my father understood, and is being more supportive than I could have ever imagined, or that I would have ever given him credit for.
Now all I want for Christmas is a new 10cc vial of 200mg/ml testosterone cipionate.
It shattered, in front of my entire family and I left the room because I started to cry, as I watched my dad soak it up into a sponge to get the liquid and glass off the floor.
Because I still don't have a doctor to prescribe, and I thought I was OK b/c I could find one in the next two weeks, because I needed to inject today and had 1cc left, so I was safe for a 15 days. I am now safe for one day.
It is not the end of the world... I can fix this problem, I can hopefully get an emergency apt with Whitman Walker on Monday.
The good side: my father understood, and is being more supportive than I could have ever imagined, or that I would have ever given him credit for.
Now all I want for Christmas is a new 10cc vial of 200mg/ml testosterone cipionate.