Injections are ok, though they’re taking up far too much of my valuable ‘oh my god it’s still dark and I have to get up already to fucking stick needles in myself?!?” time. Nothing new there. I hate daylight savings time, but I especially hate coming off Daylight Savings Time. Late October is depressing enough without it being dark when I wake up as well as when I get out of work. Blech.
My clinic sent out a newsletter, as it does every month, in which it mentioned that all three doctors will be presenting papers at a conference from November 9 – 12, but NOT TO WORRY: thanks to the judicious use of red-eye flights, no one’s cycles will be put off.
Um, I should certainly fucking hope not. Not that I’m thrilled about the idea of Dr. Bigshot getting to make any calls on this cycle. I want my doctor, and I want him to have total say in everything. Have to say that at this point, I’m thrilled that my cycle was five days late in starting. Makes it much less likely that I’ll be scheduled for retrieval during that 3-day stretch where there really isn’t a doctor on hand. So maybe it did, indeed, work out all for the best despite this being a really crappy, lonely weekend. That’s the explanation I’m going with, anyway. Maybe my doc will even have a chance to get a good night’s sleep before going into my ovaries with scary long needles.
Had a fun bit of baby-time at work. A co-worker’s 15-month old has decided I’m his buddy and he wants me to hold him when he sees me – much to the astonishment of his folks, who swear he’s sort of a standoffish little guy. He just likes the weird faces I make at him, I think. Plus I’ve perfected my baby-cooing over the last few years. Never know when that skill might come in handy to cover up my intent staring at some other woman’s child. Makes me look like a clown instead of a stalker – trust me, it’s a valuable skill to have for someone in my position.
Not much else is happening. My union came through with a retroactive pay raise in the 4 percents without a cut in health benefits, so I’m breathing a sigh of relief. The economic meltdown is already affecting services in NYC, & I had visions of not being able to do this because of Wall Street’s foul-up, and I was not happy about the prospect at all. Bad enough to be forced into IVF, but to be unable to afford IVF would have been the last straw. I’m one of the lucky ones with health insurance that covers most of it.
Still a damned expensive hobby, though.