Surprise number two happened during the injection training with the RN. She started with the Follistim pen, which to me seemed so easy. Then the mini-hcg, which was also a piece of cake, just like the small insulin syringe I had to give myself saline injections during my internship. Hello overly confident! The Ganirelix comes prepackaged in a glass syringe with a tiny needle and the only part that worries me about that is that I'll drop it and it will shatter. The hcg trigger shot we skipped, because she said that it involves mixing and we'd wait until it was closer to go over the details. If you saw my last post about my list of drugs and you are in the know about fertility drugs you might have wondered why progesterone was missing. I wondered too, but didn't ask. The RN pulled a large syringe out of the tool box with a huge needle and that was how I found out that my clinic prefers PIO injections (progesterone in oil). J will have to inject PIO in my ass for 10 weeks until the placenta takes over. SO NOT A FAN of this surprise. Whatever, I'll do it. The way I found out was rather unpleasant. Oh and then to make things worse, the little fleshy colored rubber dome that we were using to practice doing the injections on was not deep enough to accommodate the extra long needle, so the RN demonstrated by stabbing a kleenex box. Super fun times. We finished up and then signed and initialed about 8 pages of paperwork, that I was not able to read, because J was getting antsy to leave and the RN didn't seem to want me to read it either. She said that it's not a binding contract, we can back out and that we can read it over later. I have the copies and still haven't read them. Chile doesn't want to read them either.
Wednesday I woke up in a foul mood and went into work. Somehow I made it through the morning and then had a rather unpleasant time in CPR class to renew my training. The instructor teaches it 10-15 times a month and to amuse himself he goes off on tangents, tells corny jokes and acts out bizarre scenarios, while shouting instructions across the room. Definitely not my teaching or learning style. I told myself a few times to lighten up, but I couldn't shake it since CPR is actually quite a serious subject. Ugh. I limped out of there feeling like a bitchy zombie and thank goodness J took us out for dinner. I put on a hoodie over my pajama top and pulled on some jeans. It was super.
Thursday I woke up to a nightmare that J and I were splitting up. I don't remember why, but I'm pretty sure it was because I had a major f*ck up. Not a great way to wake up. I was doing some work from home when I got a call from my dentist office asking if I was on my way. Nope, I completely forgot I had an appointment. That never happens to me. I got it rescheduled, but now realize that it will likely fall smack in the middle of my monitoring appointments and I'll have to reschedule again. Anyhow, I got around to opening some mail that had piled up to find some good news in an envelope stuffed full with 6 explanation of benefits letters from our new insurance. I didn't do the exact math, but we saved over a thousand dollars with the insurance negotiated rates. We still owe money, because we have yet to reach our deductible, but it is such a relief to finally see it in writing that our claims are not denied, because on our last insurance, that was the about the only thing I ever saw. I'm a little antsy about paying using our new HSA debit card for the first time, but hoping that it works out and I get the hang of it quickly. I dragged myself into work and faked a happy mood to teach my class. It actually went surprisingly well despite me feeling like a train wreck.
And here we are back to now. I had an amazing soak in the tub that had me feeling warm and relaxed, but then burned myself cooking dinner and was instantly back to being on the verge of tears. Tomorrow I've got to go to Walgreens and pick up another birth control pack, because I need three additional pills to make it to Tuesday for my suppression check. I'm going to take my paper copy of my IVF meds prescription with me to see if they can process it as I got mixed messages, the rep on the phone said I could take a paper copy to my local Walgreens, but my RN and the Fertility Pharmacy Care Card website both said that the prescription must be sent to the Texas Walgreens Specialty Pharmacy by my doctor. Whatever. Bleh. Supposedly I'll be in the red tent again sometime in the next week and I'm hoping that it reboots my system. Who knows how I'll react to the stim meds. Being so sensitive is a real pain in the ass.
The life of a dog seems a lot less complicated. Such an adorable pink tongue and happy expression.