*Disclaimer – this post was not written this morning, I am deliberately posting these entries on different dates so that I can be fully open about this IVF stuff without people knowing exactly what is happening when. It’s a self preservation thing, with all of the injected hormones I become a bit of an emotional wreck, and am saving myself the pressure of people curious to know outcomes before I’m ready to tell.
Last night’s injection was not one I looked forward to. As far as the physical injection went it was the easiest of the cycle so far, it comes in a pre-filled syringe, so it was just a case of removing it from the package, which had been kept in the fridge since it arrived by courier with the rest of the drugs oh, so long ago, pulling off the cap and stabbing it in as usual. the difficult part was the anticipation.
This particular injection is designed to make me ovulate, to release all of those eggs whose growth I have been stimulating so that they are ready to be “collected” tomorrow morning. As such it needs to be timed pretty precisely. Certainly no earlier than 10pm, preferably no later than 10:15, that quarter of an hour window doesn’t give any room for forgetting about it for a minute, or putting it off for five. Clearly a slight distraction was needed, so on went “The Talons of Weng-Chiang” (a classic Doctor Who episode with Tom Baker as The Doctor, and one we’d not seen before). The 25 minute episodes meant that we didn’t get too sucked in and forget about needles totally, but it was absorbing enough that the thought of not wanting to forget the injection didn’t take over the evening entirely.
So that part went fine, but the weekend has not been a total success. It’s amazing how eight little microscopic eggs can make me feel so bloated, but I’m feeling constantly like I just ate a Christmas dinner with second helpings of everything. My appetite for pretty much everything other than Marmite on Toast has been significantly reduced, so the strapline on this blog is more true than ever. So, until tomorrow morning I am wearing the loosest clothes I can get away with and catching up with trashy fiction, brainless telly and silly games on my Nintendo DS. I’m on an order of nil by mouth after midnight tonight, not a problem at all.
Living in Wales has its up sides. The scenery is terrific, the prescriptions are free, and there are even the odd few days when it doesn’t rain.
The tv however is not great. I’m not talking here about the tv that is made in Wales for a wider audience, I think The New Doctor Who (or Doctor Who series 27-29) can speak for itself on that. I’m talking of the stuff that is not meant for consumption outside of the boundaries where Ll is a valid letter. The most frequent offender in this area is Wales Today, the regional ‘news’ programme for Wales. I once saw at least five minutes of the programme dedicated to a football team visiting a chip shop. Don’t believe me? Look here.
Aside from the actual attempts at news, there’s always Dippy Derek the reasonably inaccurate weatherman, now available in download form, and Bob the sports pundit.
Talking of sport it was a quote attached to the end of Bob’s report the other day that really summed up Welsh tv for me, referring to the fact that Wales were not doing well in the rugby, and that there would be a match on later, the viewing public were asked to “Share the agony with BBC2 Wales later on tonight”.
It is my suggestion that this become the frankly honest tagline of Welsh tv for the future – for all the programmes that looklike they were made in 1972 on a budget of threepence ha’penny (but were in fact made last week on a budget of £3.50). For all the programme concepts along the idea of ‘lets take three generations of the same family and put them on a coach trip’. For anything involving Boyd Clack, Owen Money, Max Boyce, Huw Pugh or anyone else who’s last ‘proper’ gig was as a guest on the Keith Harris and Orville Show. “BBC Wales, Share The Agony”, preferably in a rich honeyed Eve Myles type accent, would make it so much more bearable.
Thanks Sarah for the idea of Flikring 2006, and also for the great cartoon strip :)
I have blogged less than Sarah this year, but think it would be nice anyway to show off a few photos:
Saw a Cyberman:
Our holiday in Mid Wales, where we saw baby peacocks:
Pittsburgh and playing with helium and oxygen inflated pillows at the Andy Warhol Museum:
We did lots more too, but we didn’t always have a camera, or get a great shot of it, I’ll try and be better and blog more coherently this year.
We all have our catchphrases. I probably say the word ‘cool’ far more often than is strictly necessary, but it’s such a neat little word and I like it.
Any regular attender of my church would immediately recognise the person who utters the title line of this entry with extreme regularity. Let’s refer to him a ‘P’. He, for those of you who worship, elsewhere is one of the ministers at the church, and this is his stock phrase in meetings. I questioned him on the regularity of its use (often in the abbreviated form ‘In the life of the church’ which I counted him using 14 times in a 9 minute speech) and he said that he uses it when he’s thinking what to say next, and it sounded more eloquent than ‘umm’. I had to concede his eloquence argument, but it can sound completely incongruous.
The other minister at our church, ‘G’ (who last night counted 6 ‘in the life of the church’es in about as many minutes) is one person who I never associate with a particular phrase, and never manages his own catchphrase despite being, shall we say rather loquacious. I asked him at the end of the meeting how he manages to avoid repeating the same old phrase and he claims he takes a thesaurus to bed as night time reading. This doesn’t surprise me in the least. Having gained this insight into the minds of both pastors I’m not sure I’m better off, but it is very very interesting.
Not as interesting though as the site for The Leamington Spa Lifeboat Museum. Check out the disclaimer and it all makes sense. I really do love the lengths to which some one has gone with this one. As is often the case, thanks dg for the link.