Friday, November 16, 2007

Save The Drama For Your Momma - Stim Day 2

Last night sent me plummeting into a teary emotional fallout. Could it be that the meds are affecting my moods already?

After last night's acupuncture appointment, I looked at my watch only to discover that I had laid there with needles in me for a lot longer than I thought. I panicked when I realized that I only had 18 minutes to get home before I had to take my next injection.

I don't have a car. I ran to the bus stop just in time to see the bus whoosh by as I approached (this particular bus only comes every 30 minutes or so). I called for a taxi and was assured that one would be there in a minute or two. I waited at least 15 minutes and no one showed up. I tried to hail taxis on the street but even though their lights were on, no one was stopping. I should add that it was raining, making matters worse.

I called the taxi dispatch again. I was told by an unsympathetic dispatcher there were "no cars in the area now", but it shouldn't be long. He added, "maybe you should try to take a bus". That's when I lost it. Much to my surprise, I started crying while I was on the phone with taxi dispatch. I tearfully pleaded my case but he said there was nothing he could do. I hung up and sobbed. Sobbed. On the street. In the middle of downtown. I think I actually wailed. It was uncontrollable. I want to blame the injections or my period for this but I don't know if it's justified.

About 10 minutes later, my taxi finally arrived. I got home and D quickly ushered me into the house and helped me to lay out my injection supplies. I did my injection, albeit about 20 minutes late. Oh well. Notably, the Gonal-F injections hurt considerably less than the Repronex. It doesn't sting nearly as much.

More drama this morning. I prepared the Repronex injection skillfully and on time. I thought it went smoothly until I removed the needle from my abdomen and somehow pressed on the plunger again only to cause a fine spray of medication to escape from the needle in an arc-like fashion. I don't know how much medication was lost, but it was certainly some. Without hesitation, I jammed that needle back into my gut - one more time, with feeling. I pushed the plunger down as hard as I could just to ensure that I injected every last drop. It's amazing how when you really want to inject yourself, you don't think about it for a second, you just do it.

I wonder how much medication was lost. I hope it wasn't too much. I'm trying not to worry about it. I kinda think that they wouldn't put this stuff in the hands of lay people if it was a critically exact science. Oh well, there's nothing I can do about it now.

Here's hoping for a much less dramatic injection tonight.

3 comments:

christina(apronstrings) said...

holy schmoly. i do not miss the injections. nor the moodiness they bring.
i'm sory that you're dealing with this. and i hope it's over and WELL worth it soon. : )
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thanks for liking my house so much. we do too. we built it a few years ago which was cool b/c we got exactly what we wanted.
although, had i known then what i know now..that IF would cost so freakin' much, we'd built a bit smaller.
c'st la vie.
GL! with the injections tonight.

Sassy said...

good luck!!!

Alyssa said...

I don't generally love giving myself shots but I've adjusted to it. The thing I really despise? When I am out and about, look at my watch, and send myself into a complete panic because I have to beat the clock home to shoot myself up. I'm so sorry you had such a horrible day and I sincerely hope things have been a bit smoother since then.