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I’m cool with begging.
Ah, the joys of an early morning date with the dildo cam, the monkey wand, the trans-vaginal ultrasound. You’d think that after a bazillion of these cooter camera coffee talks that I would be more blah about it.
But I tell you there is something almost sweet about that first wanding after some time off. My 2nd favorite nurse was driving the boat and we had a good time catching up. She is a retired OB nurse that just womans the ultrasound equipment part time for “mad money”. As soon as she saw me she gave me a hug and welcomed me back. Nice, but kind of poked a bit at my heart strings. But at least she remembered exactly how I like my ultrasounds to be done.
I HATE silence. I need a running commentary and play by play. And if you see something scary or weird or wrong you are free to use the phrase, “what the fuck is that?” Which she did, as a joke, when part of my intestine wanted to be in our V movie.
The good news is that other than our fun with intestines there was nothing remarkable about the scan. At this stage that is exactly what we are looking for. So say it with me, because it should never be taken for granted, phew!
2nd favorite nurse then asked if I needed her to call in any meds for me. Hmmmm. I wasn’t sure if she was in on the free stuff that Most favorite nurse (mfn) had slipped me so I kept my mouth shut & just asked for MFN.
MFN was on a conference call with Dr. Letterhead #2 and I asked to wait in an unoccupied suite. I started to freak out a bit. There was no guarantee that I would be getting more free meds and it was kind of fucked up of me to assume such a thing. I should have already hooked myself up with that website in Europe that has the meds for cheap. FUCK.
The longer I sat there the more my reading glasses slipped down on a slip n slide of perspiration on my nose. I couldn’t keep pretending to read my just in case purse novel. I needed to pray or chant or something.
MFN saw me waiting and waved & gave me the international signal for, “I’ll just be a minute longer as you can see that the Boss Man has just given me a lot of shit to do. But hello!!” I swear she managed to convey all of that with an eyebrow lift and a silly smile. There is a reason that she is my favorite.
I calmed down a bit, tried to compose myself even, and continued to wait. Finally MFN came into the suite and shut the door behind her.
“Tell me all about your new donor!”
Oh fun! Girl chat! I told her all about Churchill (thumbs up on the nickname from MFN. She was never a fan of Guy Smiley. She held a grudge after the first vial was so blah.) We talked about my protocol for this cycle (the same as the last two) and then she says, “So where do you want me to call your meds in to?”
Huh? Say what?
I must have turned bright red. In fact I know I did. It’s a pale girl perk- you can always tell when your snow white face has become cherry red. MFN looked a little worried. She explained that Dr. Letterhead #1 was here and he was not such a fan of free meds.
So I did it. I begged.
& really I am cool with begging. It worked. Not sure I can share with you exactly what I said and still hold my head up in the blogosphere…but let’s just say that the phrase, ‘I thought I was your favorite patient’ might have snuck in there along with ‘I’m in so much credit card debt already’…and maybe some tears (that were real) sploshed out.
But like I said, it worked.
MFN opened the door and said loudly, “Ok so I’ll just get you those drawing and mixing needles and didn’t you need some alcohol swabs?” She then walked right into Dr. Letterhead #1’s office and filled me up a goody bag. Somehow two cartidges of follistim found their way to the bottom of the bag.
I’m telling you- if I EVER get knocked up MFN is going to get an obscene thank you gift from me. Hell, I may just send her a stripper or something.
Sometime this afternoon I will get the call to tell me if I am to start stimming tonight or tomorrow night. I’ll have to have a weekend scan so MFN is waiting to see what day the on-call Dr. will be in the clinic. I’d like to start tonight because I am anxious to start shooting up. Let’s get this party started!
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Does she read your blog? She might send the snipers after this slips to the top of her professional food chain…;)
I miss you so much! I was in NYC this weekend and M came up for a few hours! It was good to see her, but made me miss you, which I miss you a lot, so it wasn’t such a new occurance.
Anyway, my thoughts are always with you! Need to chat soon. I’ll call you!
Woo-hoo for free drugs! You are so cool with the begging - I would totally have wimped out and slunk away without getting anything. I’m so excited for you to get started on this cycle, as I know Churchill will be an absolute stud!
F is for Free, indeed! Keep the goodies coming!
I love that you begged. Now THAT’S dedication to getting pregnant.
Wow, I am totally impressed with your begging technique. Well done, let’s hope it bodes well for this cycle.
You go girl! The cost of infertility and medical care is high enough. I think the system can afford to help you get pregnant after all you’ve pumped into it!
Congratulations for asking for what you wanted! You go! My fingers are crossed — and I’ll cross Noah’s too when I get home — that you hit the jackpot with Churchill.
I have some follistim in the fridge that’s only good till September - you want it?
E-mail me hun, it’s yours.
OK, um, word verification - FREAKY:
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I’ll link to it on flickr:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shelli
wasn’t gonna leave comment was just gonna read everyone else’s how creepy and voyueristic is that? is it voyuer or voyeur? anyway, my word verification was freaky too! so i had to tell ya mesqwfx “mesq” so easy that’s the town i live in Mesquite “w” universal for with right? “FX” must mean fingers crossed, DUH! So to recap Mesquite has its fingers crossed for ya. Rock on girl
Woo hoo! Begging for drugs! I’m all for it girlfriend.