I got a call from my back up nurse yesterday who was like, "did you get an answer to the question you left on the nurseline? You know we don't check that on the weekends at all?" I was like, yes, that did occur to me..but I thought they checked it on Saturdays and not Sundays but after my 2 calls on Saturday with no response, I remembered that little tidbit and called the emergency line on Sunday and spoke to someone. She was glad about that. But then I told her that the nurse said that Dr. Sch is not having people decrease their lupron anymore so I should stay on 10, but that I insisted it was Dr. G so she said to go ahead and cut it down. She was so surprised. She said I did the right thing cutting down to 5 but that they used to keep people on 10 but haven't done that for YEARS (she put the emphasis on that). I was like, um, somebody better tell the on call nurse that! Okay, so I did the right thing.
In the meantime, I am slowly starting to stress. I hate flying and the recent crash near here has me slightly freaked out. Okay, I used to love flying but I spent a semester in Central America in college and on my return flight, by myself, dirty, smelly, hungry (we lived in the rainforest mostly), and tired, when we landed at LaGuardia, the wing hit the runway and there were flames...um...right outside my window seat. Since then, I don't love flying. I do it, I try not to bitch, but I don't like it. And, just in time for my flight tomorrow, there is snow and freezing rain. Fun. On top of that, I hate the idea of giving myself the shots mid-flight. I did do this last time (with the AM and PM shots, there isn't much of a window for flying), but it was stressful because it was a very very bumpy flight and they had the seatbelt sign on the entire time. I sat in the back of the plane (thank God it wasn't a full flight) and filled the lupron syringe, took out the gonal-f, alcohol swab and sat there staring at the seatbelt light. Just about the time I was ready to bare the belly right in the seat, the light went off, I ran to the bathroom, did the two shots and ran back to my seat. Stressful! Does anyone else have experiences with this or am I just nuts?
I have an appointment tomorrow morning for a follie check. My local RE never really counts them, just moves the wand one way, says "you have a bunch", moves it the other way, says, "and quite a few there too", and that is it. So a bunch and quite a few is what I am anticipating. Of course, during those few seconds of ovary viewing, I am feverishly trying to count and estimate, but whatever. I'll know more on Friday at CCRM. Now, I have to go do some laundry so I can pack and hit Target for some supplies.
Oh and I think I'm going to be fiddling with new blog backgrounds so if you can't read it, reload and it might have a different background. Some of those are hard to read. But, I'm not sure I love this one...