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Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Sometimes You Feel Like a Druggie....?

So, shots have been going for about three weeks... and at this point the stomach ones (Lupron) have become second nature.  I can do them in a matter of seconds.  The needle is nothing now...

But let's discuss Delestrogen.  Those need to go intramuscular (read: in the butt).  And the needle is GIANT (see photo). I figured no big deal we are pretty much pros.  I forgot to think about things like... traveling.  And what to do if you need to give yourself a shot.  The obvious answer...


Is that not the conclusion that YOU came to? Me neither.

So we went to San Francisco for Turkey Day and traffic was predictably terrible.  So we wound up being much later than anticipated.  At 7:30 I say to the hubby, I gotta do shots in like 30 minutes... Ok- We will stop somewhere.  So we get to Burger King AKA County Hospital and their restrooms are FOUL.  I didn't even want to wash my hands for fear of contracting a disease.  So that was out.

I go back to the car and we decide to do it in the car.  Rump up, under street lights and in a VERY public place.  Yes.  I looked like a crack head.  Because I then proceeded to whip out my other syringe and shoot up my belly with Lupron.  Quite the thrilling adventure that I hope to never repeat.

Anyway... things are on track, for the most part.  Which is swell.  A couple more weeks until the transfer as long as all goes well... I can't wait!

Monday, November 7, 2011

Wow.... 'Nuff Said

Shots.  Not really a big deal.  At this point I have had quite a bit.  Between childhood and the military, I have had many a shot....

None were given by my husband though.

Having him give me the shot on Friday was emotionally exhausting.

We prepared everything. 

Then we read all the instructions.  Multiple times.  Then we watched
videos. Multiple times.  At this point we were both drained and
 just wanted it done.

Finally, he gave me the shot.  I may or may not have yelled.  Multiple times.  (This may or may not have been videotaped).  I trusted this man so much.  Until Friday, somehow it was all gone.  He might as well have been a stranger on the street giving me a shot.

I am glad that the first one is over.  So far the second and third have been much easier.  Which is promising for our relationship.

I have only notice one side effect (I find it to be wonderful), the medication makes me very drowsy, so within 20 minutes I am out.  Good thing I am not taking it before work!

Thursday, November 3, 2011

28 Steps... A Bit Much?

So, I received all of my medications... via FedEx.  It's amazing how they can deliver stuff on ice.  I can't even pack a cooler properly for an outing to the beach.  Anyway, so I get this little box and I think to myself "This isn't so bad..."

Then I opened it.


It was like a clown car full of needles and vials and stuff.  Never ending box of drugs.  I thought it was only 2 or 3 that were coming.  So it was very surprising when I pulled SIX prescriptions out of the box.  I am not kidding when I say that I almost had an anxiety attack.

THEN, I read through the instructions for the first set of shots.  TWENTY EIGHT STEPS.  As in two less than THIRTY.  Um, excuse me?  It's going to take me an hour to give myself a shot.  I don't have this sort of time allotted in my schedule.

The next day the fertility clinic called to discuss the meds with me.  Thank goodness.  She explained that the extra ones were for later on down the road and then told me which ones to focus on.  That helped.  She also said they had a video on their website that goes through giving the shots.  Step by step.  All 28 of them.   I haven't had a chance to view this, but I will by tomorrow.

Can you believe I start meds tomorrow?  I am wondering of the side effects... I mean if you are suppressing and injecting various hormones, something is bound to happen.  I will keep you updated on Monday with photos and reports of crazy out of control hormones.