…though that’s not saying a whole lot.
Wow anesthesia knocks me for a loop! Even when I get out from under it and I could swear that I’m functioning just fine, thank you very much, it’s pretty obvious, afterwards, that I was nowhere near “fine” for many many hours later.
Looped out of my gourd, more like.
Quite crampy tonight. I napped most of the day, and the dog napped with (read: “on top of”) me. Which could have something to do with the loginess. Also could have something to do with the damned prednisone. This shit kicks my ass.
It looks like Wednesday will be my transfer day, and I’m planning on taking the day off work. Tomorrow, which I also have off work, I should hear from the nurse regarding fertilization numbers, and I’m hoping that everything went ok. Damn, this is all so nervewracking! I keep telling myself that I’m not getting my hopes up, because this is probably a crap cycle and I’ve sort of suspected that from the beginning. But then I remember that the last time I didn’t have my hopes up, & I was so wonderfully and totally surprised, and how nice that was, and how much I’d like it to happen again.
And then I try to shut it down and think of making a pie or something. Something that I have some control over, anyway.
Not much else here. I’ve started one of the pessaries (blech) that my doctor prescribes. Ah well, it was a nice month of so of not leaking from any orifice. The other prescription will start up after transfer. PIO will begin on Tuesday, and Lovenox on Wednesday. Tuesday will also see the last of the massive pred. doses, and Wednesday will be my last antibiotic. I’m a walking cesspool of chemicals at the moment.
But I am 6 eggs lighter than I was 24 hours ago, so that’s got to be a good thing.
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