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I have always been a bleeder, not medically diagnosed, I just bleed a lot. Anyways, to this day... if I inject in glutes I can send a sea of red a good 4 to 6 feet. About every other time, and especially after I have been on for a good while.
Anyways, like 7 years ago I worked at a clothing store. Anyone that knows me, knows that I am a crack head so when I got bored at work one day I ran out to my car and grabbed a bottle of t-2 I had just gotten and a 21 gauge. Headed for the dressing rooms and did the duty, it squirted all over the fucking place. I was trying to clean the shit up with shirts that were hanging there... I finally got it cleaned up, but the fucker would not stop bleeding! After about 5 minutes of pressure on the injection site, I concluded that it was done and I wasnt going to need a transfusion after all..........
I headed back out to my little retail piece of heaven and went on with my day...
About an hour later, my manager literally comes running up behind me, Yelling my name and screaming what happened??? What happened? Are you alright? Do you need a doctor?
I was like "WTF are you talking about?" literally, that is what I said. She asked what happened to my leg, I immediately knew. I looked down and my entire back of my leg was PURPLE and blood drenched. It looked like I had been shot. Anyways I was trying not to start laughing threw this whole ordeal and was doing quite well...... Until she busted Out with " I wonder if you sat on a pin or something?" ( yes, a 21 gauge)
I nearly pissed myself but agreed that it was possible and I should probably go home and check it out. I left with my needle and bottle clanking together in my pocket with my every step.. Like a victory bell..
Clank, Clank, Clank... those were the days.
Anyways, like 7 years ago I worked at a clothing store. Anyone that knows me, knows that I am a crack head so when I got bored at work one day I ran out to my car and grabbed a bottle of t-2 I had just gotten and a 21 gauge. Headed for the dressing rooms and did the duty, it squirted all over the fucking place. I was trying to clean the shit up with shirts that were hanging there... I finally got it cleaned up, but the fucker would not stop bleeding! After about 5 minutes of pressure on the injection site, I concluded that it was done and I wasnt going to need a transfusion after all..........
I headed back out to my little retail piece of heaven and went on with my day...
About an hour later, my manager literally comes running up behind me, Yelling my name and screaming what happened??? What happened? Are you alright? Do you need a doctor?
I was like "WTF are you talking about?" literally, that is what I said. She asked what happened to my leg, I immediately knew. I looked down and my entire back of my leg was PURPLE and blood drenched. It looked like I had been shot. Anyways I was trying not to start laughing threw this whole ordeal and was doing quite well...... Until she busted Out with " I wonder if you sat on a pin or something?" ( yes, a 21 gauge)
I nearly pissed myself but agreed that it was possible and I should probably go home and check it out. I left with my needle and bottle clanking together in my pocket with my every step.. Like a victory bell..
Clank, Clank, Clank... those were the days.
