Okay, Day Two.
Day one was such a piece of cake. How hard can this be? Today I had to come a half hour earlier. I got my two Ethyol shots in the stomach. They burn. Well, the first one burned. They are injecting so much it has to be in two shots and well, just OWWW! For anyone out there with infertility experience, think Ovidrel, only in your stomach instead of the top of your thigh.
I prepped for this with a post breakfast compazine and claritin snack. The claritin is supposed to slow down the inevitable allergic reaction to the Ethyol. Based on the red rashes at the injection site, I don't know how much it helped.
Kelly came since no one knew exactly how all these meds would affect me, so he got to see me in my lovely mask and watch the treatment. I thought about asking him to take a picture for the blog, but I didn't.
I felt slightly loopy when it was all over, but not too bad.
Too bad waited until I got home. Picnic at the park, catching up on email projects, cleaning house... those all went by the wayside in favor of lay in bed. I did get up around 5:30 to make dinner, but being upright sent me back to the compazine bottle in a hurry. I did make dinner. Turned on the oven and everything. Too bad I didn't actually put the chicken INTO the oven. I don't know what the cooking time is for chicken next to the oven. Needless to say, we ate late.
My mouth feels like someone vacuumed it. This may be some sort of Karmic payback for all the hangovers I never had in college. Nausea and cotton mouth. Give me a headache and make me smell bad and I'd be there.
Of course I wouldn't feel like that on a moving bus on my way from one concert to another, or while marching up the hill at the Homecoming Parade, so I guess I am still getting off easy.
Karina was truly a trooper today, even making lunch and bringing me some in bed. At times I feel like the parent is some tragic 17th century novel.
At any rate, no more treatments until Monday. Unfortunately the prognosis is I will feel worse and worse as this goes along. Gee, that makes you look forward to going, doesn't it?
I'll see about a picture. I know Anji will appreciate it, even if it creeps everyone else out. Lora made the first of what I'm sure will be many "Man in the Iron Mask" references.
Take Care and Keep in touch!!! I love the emails!
Love,
Kiara
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I almost feel as if I am famous. Being mentioned in a blog, pretty much the most exciting thing in my life. But given your circumstances, I'm more thankful for my mundane life than I ever have been. Cheyenne says howdy and is bugging me about when she is going to see you. May have to remedy that. Take Care,
Lora
Yes, it's true that I long for a photo.
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