Last night I didn't sleep well at all. Between the anticipation and anxiety of today, the effects of the Benadryl that I had to take to combat my allergies, and Mother Nature paying me a visit at 3 am, it was hard to rest. Needless to say I didn't have much use for my husband's 6:15 am wake up call.
Today was the day to begin my shots. I am beginning with my suppression drug. This drug, Micro-dose Lupron, will keep me from ovulating. The needle is very tiny; technically they are insulin needles and are injected into the fat of my stomach (subcutaneous). It was probably a good thing I was running right on time; I didn't have much time to dwell on this initial poke. I gather my materials (alcohol prep pad, needle, and paper towel) and pulled my Micro-dose Lupron from the fridge. Unseal the bottle of meds, swab, poke, draw up my prescribed 20 unit dose, swab my belly, and in we go.
All over in a matter of minutes with barely a pinch felt. Drop the needle into my Sharps container and with a few last minute instructions to my mom about the kids, and I was off to the clinic for the next part of my morning.
Forty minutes later and I was taken back to the ultrasound room to get a baseline reading of my ovaries. The ultrasonographer was friendly, professional, and gentle. I really have to commend the staff at my clinic. They have found the best of the best; not only in skills, but in bedside manner. I am always put at ease with them.
Exam complete and the nurse is satisfied that my ovaries are nice and quiet. Off to the lab for a quick blood draw and I'm headed back home to the rest of my day.
I can't help but be hyper-aware of my body now. I'm not one to take a lot of medication; an allergy pill and vitamins are really the most I do. Occasionally I'll take ibuprofen for a headache or migraine but I try not to unless I really have to. Pumping my body full of hormones and sticking myself with needles is a foreign feeling despite having done this twice before not to mention all the drugs I took before that.
I feel like I should look different and I wonder if I'll be able to stop myself from over-analyzing every little twinge. I know I shouldn't or I'll make myself nuts. I'm already anxious and edgy; why add to it? I have to make this a part of my day; just something else I do right now, for the next 10 - 11 days.