Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Onward ho

As I sat, half dressed and covered only by a paper sheet in a freezing exam room, I realized that I didn’t know who was doing my sonogram today - the NP, the nice nurse, the other nurse - no idea. And then I realized it didn’t matter. I am a wand ho. I’ll open up for anyone wielding the condom-covered wand o’ love sono, especially if they say hello first and twist the screen so I can see, too.

Today it turned out to be the NP, who proclaimed me ready for another Clomid cycle.

Me: But wait. Wasn’t I supposed to switch to letrazole this cycle?
Her: Well, the Clomid was successful, so we’ll use that again.
Me: Successful?
Her: Yes. You grew and ovulated an egg. I know it doesn’t seem like it worked, since you’re not pregnant, but from our perspective the treatment was successful.
Me: Well, it doesn’t feel like a success. In my vision of success, I’m not sitting here half naked crying.
Her: I know. But we’ll try again!
Me: Okay, but Dr. L said if it didn’t work this time we’d switch to the letrazole.
Her: Yes, but it did work. You ovulated. She must have been planning for what to do if you didn’t ovulate on the Clomid.
Me: Well, I saw her for my last monitoring appointment. She did my last sono. She scheduled the trigger. It was at that appointment that she said we’d try letrazole next if need be.
Her: [Checks the file.]
Me: I just want to make sure I’m doing the right next step. I wouldn’t want to waste a cycle on the wrong medicine or something.
Her: There’s no note in here about that. We generally continue with the Clomid at the level that seems to be working. [She’s trying to be soothing, I think.]
Me: [Now I actually am crying on the exam table.] Okay, if that’s what to do then that’s what we’ll do.

I’m not particularly looking forward to another round of Clomid. Especially since my mom, MIL, and a great-aunt-type are all going to be visiting this weekend. (Should be a riotous good time for all involved.) But the crying had less to do with doing the Clomid again, not even with the frustration of the RE telling me something but not writing it down, so it’s as if I’ve made it up. [She definitely told me we’d switch to letrazole. She even spelled it for me. (I didn’t want to burst her bubble and point out that I’d already researched it, but it was progress for her to realize that I’d want to!)] No, the crying was about something else.

Clomid is hard on me, physically and especially emotionally. And at our last IUI, the post-wash count was about 10 million motile. Not great. And there’s nothing much they can do about that. No drugs to make him make more or prettier sperm. He’s seen a urologist, who didn’t think the minor varicoceles were worth treating. So we medicate me, and cross our fingers (but not his legs, because that would make things warm) for him.

I’m just so tired of this. And frustrated. And the idea that the last cycle was a success is so far from my reality. Oh sure, I knew it was a success under their terms. The idea that it just might have worked - that was Hope’s invitation to camp out for a while. I just don’t know how many more times I can do this.

7 comments:

  1. Sweetie, I'm with you. That shit is evil incarnate and, on top of everything else, having to take it seems like the universe is kicking you in the ass for the fun of it. I'm sorry the medical people were uncooperative. Hugs to you.

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  2. Clomid is the worst out there. It really screws with your emotions. I was less emotional on injections than Clomid. Hang in there.

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  3. Cass, if you're feeling up to it, I have some assvice for you. You need to call Dr. L. and confirm the lezatrole. You need to tell her/him what happened with the nurse and that clomid makes you nuts and get the lezatrole. It's just not right.

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  4. Cass, if you're feeling up to it, I have some assvice for you. You need to call Dr. L. and confirm the lezatrole. You need to tell her/him what happened with the nurse and that clomid makes you nuts and get the lezatrole. It's just not right.

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  5. I haven't posted before, but I keep up with your blog. I have been told different things by different nurses several times in working with my RE. I am sure I drive them crazy because I ALWAYS call back to confirm, re-confirm, ask questions, and clarify. Its your body and your treatment - call back and double check! Sometimes when I do this, my RE will call me back herself, which always make me feel a million times better. It does suck - completely sucks. I'm sorry.

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  6. i was criticised so much by the nurses for chanting a little loudly during insemination as it hurt that my family refuses to go with me ...they are embaressed because of the nurses ,s criticism not my pain............thses people are heartless

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  7. i hope u know that letrazole can cause birth defects..........but than clomid made my endo metrium thin...........so tuff

    joy

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