…and there are more of them than I was expecting.
Looks like I’ll be doing Lupron 2x a day + 8 vials of Bravelle/day + 3 vials of Menapur/day + twice as much PIO, + Lovenox. Not to mention the orals & the pessaries.
Damn. I’m getting nervous about the track marks already. Did my research with Dr. Google, and it looks like the Lovenox is a blood thinner that perhaps also deals with antibody issues? You may – or may not – be interested in learning what it’s made from. Let’s just say that if I did keep kosher, this medicine would totally destroy any food-karma I’d built up over the last umpteen years. Blech.
I’m pretty sure the Lovenox was proscribed in response to the miscarriage, though I don’t know if that’s because of pathology reports (which I still haven’t seen yet,) or if it’s just a prophylactic measure that he automatically prescribes for all his habitually miscarrying patients.
My medicine cupboard (which is much deeper than it looks, and which used to be a linen closet, just to give you an idea of the square-footage involved here) is full. And that’s after I re-packaged everything so I could get it home via subway and not have to hire – I don’t know – a caravan of camels(?) to transport the boxes in.
As I said to my 30-ish friend at work when she watched – with awe – the sheer number of boxes arriving via FedEx today – This is why you want to get pregnant now, and not 9 years from now.
Oh my, indeed.
It didn’t cost me any more than my previous pharmacy, and I got quite a few non-generics this time – which is good. Menapur is supposed to be easier on the bod than the older Repronex. A few of the meds, my insurance company didn’t actually believe I needed quite so many of, so they disallowed, & I may have to out-of-pocket ’em later, but I’ll cross that bridge, um, later.
Holy shit there’s a lot of drugs in there.
And damn, it just seems wrong that it’s exciting to see all the things I’ll be ingesting and injecting over the next 28 days. This should not look like a good time.
So why do I think I’ll have a hard time sleeping tonight? Hint: It’s not a fear of needles.