…shooting up in a public restroom? It really sucks.
We went out to dinner and then to a concert last night with acquaintances who might very well become friends. But these are women who are not aware of my struggles with infertility, nor are we yet at a place where I feel comfortable broaching the subject even indirectly. We arranged to meet for dinner and then go straight to a concert. However, my injection schedule calls for the deed to be done sometime between 6 & 9 pm. Rather than go before dinner I was – foolishly – waiting to try to find a time when I might slip off to the restroom unnoticed by anyone for the 10 minutes or so it seems to take me to ready & inject a dose of Menopur. Hah.
I got off work at 5:30, hopped on a subway & made it to the restaurant by 6:30, we ate really yummy Chinese food and talked and laughed, then we hightailed it over to the theater for the 8:00 show, and by the time we were settled in, the lights were dimming. A short first act, so at about 8:45 I went off in search of a restroom – along with half of the audience.
First off, it’s icky preparing a shot while sitting on a public toilet. Actually, I think it’d be icky even on my own toilet. Injections and toilets should not be happening at the same time. Secondly, it’s somewhat awkward, trying to do all that mixing without a countertop. Thank deity it was my 2per shot & not my 6per. Thirdly, I caught at least one old lady’s eye peering not-too-subtly through the crack in the door, and I know she went back to her birdy buddies to tell them there was someone shooting heroin in the restroom.
And our friends looked at me oddly, concerned that something digestive must have kept me in the restroom for the whole, damned intermission. ”Nah,” I didn’t say. ”Just injecting myself with an ovarian stimulator. Wanna see my needles?”
But it got done, which gave me courage for the upcoming weekend or two when boy will not be home to give me my PIO shot. (See? Not even to retrieval yet, & I’m stressing about something!) And the concert was ok, though not stellar. Fun to get out of the house, though, and I really enjoyed the company.
On the downside, when we got home, the dog had shredded (though not eaten) my pillowcase, and gnawed a bra strap to little bitty pieces. At least she’s given up on eating the fabric – now it’s just all about the joy of destruction.
Time to go buy some new sheets and maybe a few bras. Happy Saturday.
Ah, fun stuff! I have yet to have the pleasure. Glad you enjoyed the evening though! Have a great weekend!
I am yet to shoot up in a restroom. You are right… it is icky… especially if there are a bunch of people peering through.
Shopping on a Saturday does sound like a good idea! Have fun.