J called and got finally got the clinic to give him his Kruger results on Friday, so I spent the weekend Googling and planning and scheming and stressing. On Monday, I went in for my final ultrasound of this cycle with the nurse I’ve now nicknamed Nurse No Bedside Manner. Nurse NBM prodded me and found me lacking in follicles (despite one VERY tender left ovary yesterday, and some twinges from that general area today - makes me wonder about her technique). This is the first cycle I’ve worked with Nurse NBM, and while I honestly don’t think she’s a bad person (or even a bad nurse), she seems to really be lacking in compassion (in addition to her previously demonstrated lack of humor). She offered no acknowledgemet of the crushing lack of success on Femara, just a quick - “Looks like it will make sense for you to move on to injectables now.” I asked, puzzled, if that really made sense given J’s Kruger results, and she said, “It’s worth a try. We’ve had patients get pregnant from an IUI with results like his - not everyone can afford IVF. ... Of course, who knows if they were having affairs on the side!” I was so stunned I didn’t say anything, though I’ve been making a mental list of comebacks. Foremost among them at the moment is the not-so-snappy observation that perhaps this was her attempt at humor, in which case I again reference the (much greater) need for compassion, above. Instead of a snappy retort, I asked about IVF (which the clinic doesn’t do) and she suggested that I make another appointment with Dr. L to discuss our options. (I’ve already Googled the hell out of the options, but it will be nice to get a second opinion from the professional.
If I cycle again at this clinic (which is a big IF at this point), I WILL NOT be seeing Nurse NBM again.*
*Except if we go for the injection training, since she’s the one who teaches it.