And back to Riverside this morning for my 5th? I think? wanding.
Satsuma, who is becoming increasingly tender, and who I am sure I felt, like a disgruntled orange on holiday, somewhere near-parallel with my navel, was simply not visible on the dildocam. We caught a distant glimpse of a mass of black circles before she skedaddled, so ÜberScanningLady had me shove down hard from the outside. It was not nice. Satsuma squeaked in protest and struggled out of focus again. So I ended up being scanned from the outside. Gel all over me and my teeshirt, hurrah.
But, but, we saw Satsuma. And she is up just below the level of my navel – a Navel Orange! – And she had 18 follicles over 10mm. A few at 18mm, a few at 15mm, and some at 14mm – I can’t remember the exact details, I was too busy being startled at the sudden turn of events.
‘Oh, well done!’ said ÜberScanningLady, patting my knee.
Last Friday my oestrogen levels were 800 and something. I don’t know what they were today, as Riverside only tell you these things if they call later to adjust your medication. I can only assume they’re behaving. As for Cute Ute, she as a triple-stripe lining and everything, bless her.
I then saw an entirely new-to-me nurse, sweet as a gumdrop, who decided that rather than use the butterfly needle to get today’s sample for testing, as all the other nurses had been doing, she would use a thing like a drinking straw. When she pulled it out, blood ran down my arm. ‘Oh!’ she gasped, ‘Are you on aspirin?’
‘No,’ I said through gritted teeth, holding further balls of cotton wool over the puncture. Could it be, I wimpishly added silently, that you just tore a hole in a much-abused vein with a bloody oil-drill pipe? I ended up holding my elbow over my head for a minute while we booked Wednesday’s scan. I have a bruise, of course. Perhaps we’ll abuse the right arm next time.
Sweet Nurse of Accidental Savagery then cheerfully announced that I looked to be on course for a Friday or Saturday retrieval. This Friday? Why, yes, if everything still looked good on Wednesday.
AAAAAIIIEEEEEEE this is actually happening oh my God.
Does this or does it not make up for the incident last night where I managed to bend the Gonal F pen needle double while trying to get the cap back on it, and then, not having noticed, seize hold to unscrew it, thereby sinking the sodding needle into the joint of my thumb up to the benighted bone? Yes, it is still painful 24 hours later. I think I might get H to prepare the weapons this time.
(Also, how come I can calmly watch as I sink a needle into myself, but have to turn my face away when someone else does it?)