Falling Off The Thin Blue Line

Holding the 10 cc vial marked testosterona carefully in my hand I stuck my needle into the soft rubber stopper flipped the vial upside-down and drew out 2 cc of oil. I pulled the needle out and tapped the side of the syringe to bring most of the air bubbles to the top. <P>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. <P><I>No blood. Great. </i><P>The plunger went in smoothly. I pulled the needle out popped an alcohol swab on the site and massaged the area. <P>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. <P>I left the house and got back in my patrol car. I picked up the radio and advised dispatch I was 10-8.