*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. :)