It’s about time to start working on the “project” again. Actually, it’s past time. I should have started my period last Thursday and started wearing my estrogen patches, leading up to a transfer on August 11th.
So I called the nurse this morning to let her know I hadn’t started yet, and she proceeded to read over my calendar which had me starting birth control pills and Lupron shots and then having yet another period and THEN starting the patches leading up to a transfer in September! I told her she must have the wrong calendar, that I was starting patches immediately and my transfer was scheduled for August 11th. And she said “no, you are on the slower, more conservative calendar because of your history with endometriosis”.
Well, I lost the plot......as politely as I possibly could......and asked her to double check one more time because, as of Friday, we were still talking about my starting patches over the weekend.
She told me that even if I started patches this week, now that I am at least 5 days late with my period, that my transfer would be happening while my doctor is on vacation. And finally, she said she was very sorry, which helped A LOT.
That was in the morning, and I stewed all day long. I was getting depressed, thinking this is never going to happen, it’s just one thing after another. I was getting mad at the doctor for telling me one thing and then changing his mind…….and for taking a vacation. How dare he!
At about 5:30 this afternoon the nurse called me back and said “okay, you can go back to the original plan”. The doctor forgot that he had already told me I’d be on that protocol. In looking at everything today he would prefer I go the more conservative route, but I can move ahead with the original plan if I want to.
Of course, that doesn’t make me feel better because now I feel like, when it doesn’t work, I am going to be keenly aware that it was MY fault.
Today has not been a good day.
Oh, and if I don’t start my period by Thursday the doctor wants me to take a pregnancy test. Now wouldn’t that be ironic.
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What happened to the good old days when you talked to the doctor in person,in his office and not a nurse on the phone looking at her calendar. P.S. Let me call LaPrell my new best friend...she will get them moving. :) :) Love Mom
LaPrell asked about you today. She misses you and sends her love :)
How sweet!!! Run on down to that Russell Stover candy shop and get her a box of candy from me:) Love Mom
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