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Before breakfast

*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.

I’m never normally one for bouncing out of bed in the morning ready to face the day, but I’m even less inclined to poke my head out from the covers at the moment. Before breakfast each morning I need to have given myself two injections and take three pills. The second injection and third pill started last week, and will probably continue until around this time next week. The pill is a tiny steroid dose, they did explain its purpose, but I was a bit overloaded with information at that point to remember anything other than “take one of these along with the rest of your daily medication, it’ll help.” The fact that it is tiny in size belies the fact that no matter how quickly it’s swallowed it tastes foul, I make sure I take it first so that the taste is mostly gone by the time I eat my breakfast, but it still spoils my cup of tea.

The second injection is a fussy one. It needs to be kept in the fridge (not that they told me that until I’d been storing it under the bed for three weeks, oh well), and is made up of many constituent parts. Firstly there is the ampoule of sterilised water, handed over to my dear husband to break open (I’m clumsy at the best of times, never mind just after getting up), while he’s doing that I fix a large needle to a plastic syringe. I also take out and break open three identical rubber-sealed glass vials. I use the large needle to draw up the water, and then inject it into the first vial, the tablet inside dissolves immediately, and I draw up the solution, inject it into the second vial, draw it out and then in and out of the third vial. This started out as an enormously tricky procedure, but it’s becoming a practised art by now. At this point I need to remove the larger needle, and swap it with a small subcutaneous injection needle, removing any excess air in the syringe along the way, then comes the easy bit of actually injecting myself.

Then I get to eat my cereal and not think about needles for another day. :)

More side effects

*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.

The short temper has calmed down a lot, possibly I’ve been consciously taking myself out of situations where it might cause harm. I’ve also been trying to direct my emotional overcharge towards doing useful tasks. Unfortunately this is where the next big side effect kicks in. My ability to concentrate on anything has been diminished a thousandfold. I’m leaving the gas on, forgetting to stop pouring tea from the pot when the cup is full, and increasingly unable to finish a sentence without the point disappearing from my mind. Typing this is quite difficult. I’m hoping this symptom vanishes quickly, I have a long drive coming up, and while I could take the passenger seat I’d feel really bad for doing so. The injections themselves are going fine, only hurting occasionally. Better go, time to make lots of lists – and get the washing in that I put out yesterday and totally forgot about thereafter…

The first stab

*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.

This morning I woke up, drank half a cup of tea in bed, then with the other half I took some half-strength asprin and a folic acid tablet. These are the easy meds. cheap and taken with tea (decaffeinated of course, caffeine’s not good for fertility). This meant I was able to psych myself up to open up the first bottle of the hard stuff, the hormone inhibitor. Cap off, wipe with an antiseptic wipe, invert and then take a needle attached to a syringe and draw out the required amount. Easier said than done, bubbles get in so easily, easier to draw more than needed and squirt the excess back up into the bottle. Then stab it in, somewhere near the tummy button, but not the same place every day. Count to five, push the plunger down slowly, but not too slowly. Count to ten, needle out, into sharps box, all done ’till tomorrow.

As self injecting goes, these ones aren’t bad. Not too many side effects (they play down my own hormones in preparation for the next round of meds that add new ones in), the needles are not very big, and the medication is already mixed for me. This is definitely the easy stretch.

bored

time for a meme, thanks burnt sienna:

1. Flip to page 18, paragraph 4 in the book closest to you right now, what does it say?

Hmm, I could have cheated and said that my Bible is closest, but it was beaten by a matter of inches by ‘The Cat Ate My Gymsuit’ by the late great Paula Danziger, which I was using to prepare for an American Evening in our 8-10’s group at church… page 18 has 3 paragraphs, as it’s the end of a chapter, here’s paragraph 1 of page 19:

“School went on as usual. I keep getting good grades in everything but gym. My anonymous letters to the Student Council suggestion box were ignored. Lunches continued to be lousy. We were only up to the Civil War in history class”

2. If you stretch out your left arm – as far as possible, what are you touching?
A Newton’s cradle (one of those things with clicky silver balls on strings)

3. What’s the last program you watched on tv?
‘A Bit of Fry and Laurie’ series two episode one, on dvd this evening.
‘Torchwood’ from Sunday on the hard drive last night
Last Friday’s ‘Neighbours’ for actual live, broadcasting-at-the-same-time-as-watching-tv.

4. Without looking, guess what time it is.
about 9? 8:53, not bad

5. Except the computer, what can you hear right now?
not a lot, we have a very loud computer

6. When was the last time you were outside and what did you do?
walked to my house from the car after my driving lesson

7. What are you wearing?
Jeans and a hoodie (official Lemly uniform).

8. Did you dream last night? If you did, what about?
Probably, but I never remember most of my dreams beyond the first five minutes after waking from them.

9. When was the last time you laughed?
Over dinner, my husband and lodger amuse me.

10. What’s on the walls in the room you’re in right now?
lavender coloured paint (not our doing, it’s not bad but we need to change the orange carpet), a noticeboard, a calender and a picture (no, not that one) of some footprints in sand.

11. Have you seen anything strange lately?
Swansea is a very strange place, so probably, but nothing is springing to mind.

12. What do you think about this meme?
Interesting enough to carry on with for a while…

13. What’s the last film you saw?
Kinky Boots, it was Ok, we gave it 3/5 on our rental thing, it sort of fit into the same mould as Calendar Girls, and Brassed Off and The Full Monty etc etc, but it was enjoyable enough, if not quite reaching the heights it aspired to.

14. If you became a multimillionaire, what would you do with the money?
I really don’t know, it’s not at all likely though. I think a significant proportion would go to doing some good in the world, but I’d probably be selfish with some of it too.

15. Tell us something about yourself that most people don’t know.
my feet are cold, even though I’m wearing shoes.

16. If you could change ONE THING in this world, without regarding politics or bad guilt – what would it be?
Everything becomes political if you think about it too much. Decent tea available worldwide, does that work?

17. Do you like dancing?
in some of its forms, yes.

8. George Bush?
Wash your mouth out.

19. What do you want your children’s names to be, girl/boy?
Jones.

20. Would you ever consider living abroad?
Not long term, but I’m up for most experiences, so long as running water and tea are available.

21. What do you want God to tell you, when you come to heaven?
What do you mean “when you come to heaven”? Are you already there? Lemme in!

22. Who should do this meme?
Anyone who’s bored enough.

A toast to the USA

It’s great here. For those of you that don’t know, I’m in Pittsburgh for the week, trailing after my super intelligent other half, and scouting out church-based hot dog restaurants. As a tribute to this change of location you will notice the steel theme, to celebrate Pittburgh’s industrial past (and present), and also the name change, more about which in about 2 sentences time.

Some things of note for people of a similar disposition to me when staying in America:

1) Don’t even bother looking for the Marmite. Instead, embrace maple syrup as a wonderful breakfast food stuff, but make the most of it, as it’s too expensive to have every day for breakfast in the UK.

2) It is possible to make tea in a coffee maker. As long as you put a few jugfuls of water through first to flush it through. Do take your own teabags though, and you’ll probably have to buy your own milk too, as coffee creamer is an abhorrence in tea. (photos may well follow soon of the coffee maker-turned-teapot in our room)

3) Cheap dvds – yes it is possible to get dvds in the states for about half the UK price. No, it is not worth scouring Downtown Pittsburgh for a decent dvd store when you can get them delivered to your hotel from most decent online dvd stores. More choice, less hassle, order enough and it’s free postage.

4) If you attempt to try every exciting or interesting foodstuff that you have not tasted before you will make yourself ill. Pace yourself, and save it for the really good stuff.

5) Even though food is cheap and plentiful here, do not over-order. You will make yourself ill. Pace yourself, and save it for the really good stuff.

Great things about Pittsbugh

– It’s very friendly, people actually say hi in the street
– The weather is great, lovely and warm, but not too oppressive (this point is subject to change)
– free internet access just about everywhere you go
– great food and plenty of it
– great cookware shops
– fantastic tacky shops – taking tacky to a whole new level
– wonderful, cheap museums, not been to all that many yet, but again that will change.
– street names engraved on the corner of the paving stones at junctions, great navigation for people like me that never look up when they walk around.
– very impressive skyscrapers, even the old buildings are really tall, even the fountains are really tall.
– hot dogma, as Rhys has mentioned elsewhere (see link at top of this post)

Not so great things about Pittsburgh
– too much coffee, not enough tea
– crossing roads (traffic signals, where they exist do not apply to turning vehicles, and any solid metal vehicle will take priority over a mere squishy pedestrian)
– toilets are scary, they flush with a vengeance, and very, very loudly
– tv is bad, with too many ads, and no Neighbours (although I do have that recording at home, obviously) to emphasise the quality of the tv here, I should point out that Deal or no Deal is a prime time TV event here, and the most watchable thing.
– It’s quite dusty here, there’s building work going on everywhere
– Last but not least, I have to type on Rhys’ laptop, which I can’t type on – apologies for any inadvertent typos as a result of this (rather than the usual common or garden bad spelling)

I don’t want to finish on a bad note, I love Pittsburgh. Provided you bring your own tea the USA is a great place to be, I’m not sure I’ll want to come home as soon as we’ll have to – but that’s the nature of holidays.

Aah that’s better

I thought of updating a few times, but was blinded by the colour scheme. So away from Bondi beach then (yes we did go there and have a paddle) and back to what looks to be the coldest winter in decades.

My visitor numbers have been doing reasonably well in my absence, thanks to my timely mention of ‘anti alcohol pellets’ as the person they are most readily associated with finally got around to dying.

So Australia was fantastic – may get around to posting up some photos at some point.

In the meantime we’re living in half our house whilst we have a kitchen fitted around the space we had a wall knocked down. We have an oven but no kitchen sink, meaning washing up in the bathroom and cooking mostly in the living room. It will be marvellous, but at the moment it’s a big dusty mess controlled by builders who don’t turn up on time.

Need tea.

Mug?

Or cup?

I’m sure most under 70 year olds in todays society would choose the former, so it seems to have been a popular decision on the whole to replace the church cups with mugs.

There is still a full set of bone china cups and saucers for the traditional contingent, so in theory everyone should be happy.

X is not happy. despite the fact that the cups that were replaced were;

a) a stupid design allowing only one finger to hold the handle, and to contain only enough tea or coffee to wonder where the rest went.

b) mostly broken – there were enough for about 1/3 of the congregation to drink not enough tea or coffee from after a morning service.

and c) decreed by some weird decree (probably thought up by X come to think of it) only to be used with the not-actually-quite-matching-saucers so that most people spilled hot liquids down themselves/ their children at some point trying to balance cup, saucer, biscuit, random-piece-of-paper-that-you’ve-been-handed-on-the-way-out-of-church-and-haven’t-had-chance-to-look-at-yet, etc. (I usually spilled tea every week, but I suspect that’s rather more to do with me than the cups).

I think that X has decided that the useless cups had become so ingrained into our church culture that they must be part of the constitution or something. Needless to say she got out of me where I’d hidden them and took one back to use for herself.

I’m sure there’s a sermon in there somewhere…

Where’d the weekend go?

Anyway. Deaconly devotions went well. I’ve been looking through some old photographs from when our church hall was built (in time for its 10th anniversary). Most people haven’t really changed in 10 years (kids excepted, naturally). Maybe I just don’t recognise the ones that have.

Today I think is the day to measure up for bookshelves and a desk, a trip to Ikea being imminent. It’s like a rite of passage into any new home these days, I would rebel, but I can’t afford to.

I’ve been put to looking after a sunflower for a kid who wasn’t at youthgroup last week. Well a sunflower seed in a pot really (yes, with soil). Should I keep it inside, or stick it out in the yard? It seems a bit cold outside today, so I’ll keep it under the glass roof ’till it warms up a bit I think.

Time for more tea.