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10/28/2003

Short, sharp, stabbed

Paul gave me the trigger shot last night and it went off without a hitch. No wonder, as I left little room for error: I prepped the injection; I swabbed and marked the sweet spot; I counseled him on how to check for blood return; and I soothed him by chanting, "Just shove it all the way in, deep. Gooood."

Not the context in which one might normally offer such encouragement.

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