Tomorrow is the last day, day 10, of my first series of shots (Lupron). I’ve been doing all of them myself and it’s been going pretty efficiently. I haven’t passed out completely, yet. Tomorrow morning before work, I have an appointment with the fertility doctor for a blood test, another ultrasound to just check things out, and they’d be telling me the next step of medication. I’m not sure what shot comes next. Lupron is the hormone that tells my body, “stop the ovulation process.” So I assume the next series of meds would be the “okay, now ripen all the eggs” shots. I haven’t felt anything different either mood-wise or physically with Lupron, but with the next shots I’d probably feel some bloating and discomfort, since I can feel twinges in my left ovary when I ovulate ONE egg from that side. Now I’ll have lots of eggs ripen and swell in both ovaries simultaneously. I don’t know where the next series of shots would go, either. If they’re intramuscular, then they’d have to be injected with slightly thicker and three-times-longer needles. That sounds scary, but given that the subcutaneous needles are half an inch, we’re only looking at inch-and-a-half needles. But still, the thought that intramuscular needles need to go in my butt muscles…*shudder*. Mr. W would have to administer those for me.
A couple of days ago on TV, I watched a reality show that followed a young heroin addict for an episode. In one scene, she had a bunch of needles around her and I immediately recognized them as the same ones I’d been using. But she INJECTED it straight into the side of her NECK into her carotid artery while looking in a mirror! Slowly! *vomit* *faint* Meanwhile her drug-buddy-slash-bang-partner watched her and said admiringly, “Damn…you are BAD-ASS!” *gag* But it did make me feel like a wimp.
And then last night on House, the female hospital administrator called Dr. House into her office and told him that as a part of the in vitro procedure, she had to inject something (I missed what the drug was because I had the sound down super-low so that I wouldn’t wake hubby up where he slept at 8:30pm) and she can’t do it herself, so she asked him for help. She then leaned over her desk, hiked up her skirt slightly, and revealed a portion of her butt. When House injected, she said, “Ouch!” I was SO DISHEARTENED because if a DOCTOR says “ouch,” then it must really hurt, right? Waaah! I relayed this scene to Mr. W this morning and he said, “They’re ACTORS. Not doctors. She said ‘ouch’ because she thought a character would say ‘ouch’ if she got an injection, not because a doctor would think it’s painful.” OH YEAH! Duh! That’s what husbands are for.

After work today, we have our tax appointment. Mr. W and I are a little nervous, because we really don’t want to pay taxes. I’m low on funds because of the fertility expenses, and we have property taxes coming up (for three pieces of property), and car insurance for the year (for three cars, as Mr. W pays for his son’s car). I don’t expect a windfall like last year, which could have bought us a new modest car and which paid for our French Polynesia luxury cruise and our property taxes, but I’m hopeful we’ll still get enough back to help out just a bit. *crossing fingers*