I feel like shit.
450 (a shotglass full) of follistim last night? (What a sucky shot).
But I feel nauseous and really upsetbellied and bleary headed. Back and forth to the bathroom. Enough to be noticed. Cramps too, This kind and That kind.
Tonight I will give the follistim in two shots not one. That big one sucked rocks. I was pretty sure I would pull the needle out and it would come out like a fountain. It didn't. But I do have a big bruise.
My other protocol was easier, I admit. I used the morning follistim to dilute the two menopur tablets, then took it all in one shot. A small one. .5cc.
Then at night, again, a bigger dose of follistim in the same volume to dilute one tablet of menopur. Another small shot.
This time, morning is menopur, two tablets, diluted with 1cc fluid. Not awful, but a bigger volume than I was used to. But lots of surface beading when I took the needle out (I took it out slowly).
And at night, 3 vials of follistim, which was one honking huge 2cc shot. Not again. I'll take two big shots instead. And if I can I may warm it in my hand first.
And of course the lupron gets its own shot.
Sorry to whine. It is what it is. It is not forever, it is just for now, and for a great cause. But shit. I wish I did not feel quite so thoroughly lousy.
Positive notes? Sprogblogger is totally sprogged up.
7 giant wild turkeys in the yard this morning (the cat just watched with awe as they dinosaured their way through the garden and into the woods). And snowbirds (juncos) ? 4 on the little magnolia out back. Cutest birds ever, deep gray except for white bellies and yellow beaks.
The stream is back below its banks and it is cold again, as it should be. It was a nice break, nice to breathe in springtime scents for a moment, but nice to be back to cold.