Snakes and Ladders

After my weekend trip, I was feeling much more like myself and tripped my way through the week, still fighting the hormones but on the whole, feeling not too shabby. I had decided to take a couple of days off work at the end of the week as Monday is a public holiday. I was on a high as my BP has been pretty steady around the 120/70 mark, blood sugars well controlled and I have lost a further 3 kgs since the last go. I was feeling pretty chipper all round. Lots of relaxing going on, gardening and lazing in the sun as despite this being Scotland, the daytime temps have resolutely refused to go below 70 degrees (so it is officially a heatwave!).


On Friday, I thought "Hmmm. Funny. It is my 15th day on Synarel but still no letter from the clinic about when to go for baseline scan??" I thought that I would e-mail the co-ordinator but no panic about the radio silence as I had to down-reg for 22 days last cycle. I figured that it was probably going to be the 29th July.


Well, I soon had that shit kicked out of me pronto. Five minutes after my enquiring e-mail comes the reply - 9th August at 9.30am. In other words, carry on sniffing until 32 days have passed and my ovaries will be so shrivelled and blackened that they will need dynamite to get them going. Never mind that they only retrieved 4 eggs last time. So what - it is not like it is going to work any better. Just humour her.

If that co-ordinator had been standing before me, I would have ripped her limb from limb then set her on fire. Mr P's computer was lucky to have survived unscathed as I hammered back an anguished "But, but, but...WHHHYYYY!!" The reply was short and sweet and brooked no argument - "scheduling". In other words, all the fucking bitches that have regular 28 day cycles and have to start injections on Day 3 have to be scheduled in first and only then can us scrofulous, irregular, underclass of broken cows be squeezed in, like charity cases.

So much for relaxing thoughts.

WTF????? Obviously my relaxing and feeling better with very little crying or sobbing going on had been brought to the attention of the IVF thought police. "Lets show her what we think of that kind of upstart malarkey. She will be thinking she will get pregnant soon. Hahahaha".

WHAM! Take that. Get back to your sobbing and stop trying to rise above your infertile station.