Last night, I did my injections, with shaky hands, over an open toilet bowl, in the bathroom of a New York City steakhouse. My follicles survived to tell the tale.
Once upon a time, during an IUI cycle, I had to give myself a trigger shot in the dressing room during rehearsal for a play I was in. Then of course there was the night of the Billy Joel concert when R had to give me my PIO shot in a restaurant bathroom. Other than that, I have managed to be home for all of my injections… until last night.
Last night was the first time I had to stim away from home and boy-oh-boy did I have anxiety over it. We had to leave at 2:15 in order to make our train, and we wouldn’t be returning until well after midnight, so I knew I had to pack plenty of ice packs. I quadruple checked that I packed everything I needed in my insulated lunch bag, and we were off to the city. 7 pm came quickly, in spite of the fact that I couldn’t have any adult beverages, and I headed upstairs to the bathroom, meds in tow.
No one in the bathroom. Phew. I chose one of two stalls and clicked the lock behind me. I took my linen napkin and lined the tank of the toilet with it. The remnants of lemon herb vinaigrette have to be cleaner than that tank, right?!? So now picture me facing the toilet, hovering over the open bowl with thousands of dollars of supplies in hand. Out came the Tupperware of meds, out came the Follistim pen case, out came the countless needles. I was so careful, and THANK GOD nothing fell in other than one safety cap, but when I think back on it, it could have been disastrous! Of course, as soon as I started to prep, there was suddenly a long line if women waiting for the bathroom.
Ok, Follistim and Menopur injection – check! HGH injection – check! Lupron injection – check! I cleaned up, capped all needles for my sharps container at home, repacked, and finally exited the bathroom.
That was step 1. I still had to get into Madison Square Garden. When I got to the front of the security line, I had my bag open. “Medications.” I said as the guard shoved his dirty flashlight in and around. “Uh-huh.” He didn’t believe me, but he let me through. Oddly enough, they gave my father in law a more difficult time about the umbrella he was carrying! I held the bag firmly between my feet during the concert and train ride home and breathed a sigh of relief as I popped everything back into the fridge just before 1 AM.
This morning’s Day 8 b/work and u/s revealed:
Uterine lining 7.6
Follicle count 16ish
I can remember that the right ovary was
15, 13, 13,13, 12, 12, 11,
But I can’t remember the left ovary for the life of me. Mostly 11s, 12s, and 13s. R came in with me and said he counted 15 or 16 total.
Meds stay exactly the same tonight (225 Follistim, 75 Menopur, 25 HGH, 5 Lupron). Doc predicts retrieval for Tuesday or Wednesday. We are getting there!!!