Nothing to report here really, which is a good thing.
I take the daily Lupron shots and they are fine. I have left behind the crushing Lupron headache, yay! Basically we are just waiting around for AF. HJ and I did realize that her new research protocol will require her to miss most of my appointments since she is the primary investigator. Sad, but fine. I did throw a little fit about her needing to do whatever it takes to come for my ER. I hate that day. It hurts and I act crazy. Seriously.
The day of my last ER, we were waiting in a quiet, dark room for my meds to kick in. I began worrying that I would forget my shoes. (I know it’s a strange worry.) The nurse came to get me. I began to walk then threw my arms open wide and planted my feet, yelling, “Wait, I need my…. foot covers!” HJ gathered up my shoes and we went to the procedure room. HJ tried to help me get onto the table after I changed into the paper gown. I refused to be helped. Instead, I mounted the table like an Olympic gymnast on the pommel horse. I am not renown for my grace and certainly not while heavily medicated. Then during the procedure I cursed at the doctor a little. I have no memory of anything past worrying about my shoes. See, I need my girl for this day!
HJ is not cycling this month and she is excited about the beyond belief. Who knows, I may never talk her into another IUI again?