Down with the sickness

Because, really… could this week even be more drama and suspense filled?

Little D has the flu. His symptoms started last night and evolved into something closely resembling H1N1. They are treating it as that because, well… it’s too early to be the seasonal flu, and he did have a regular flu shot a couple weeks ago. Process of elimination I suppose. S. took him to the doctor this morning for official diagnosis.

Half the town was there.

In speaking with the ped office and his school this morning, it seems Jersey went from the fewest cases of swine flu to a zillion in just the last week.

So far, S. and I are well. No symptoms for either of us. The house has been sanitized, and our hands are raw from repeated hand-washing.  I am waivering between concern for my son and concern for myself considering this is the WORST week for this to happen.  THE WORST.

I just want my baby to feel better.  And I want to not feel guilty for trying to keep my distance because of my own situation.

Transfer for my FET is tomorrow at 11am.


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Bullet… Dodged

Thank you for all the comments from yesterday. Today, I am happy to report that the shooting pain is gone… just a dull ache at this point. Still taking the super-dose of Motrin for just today, then I’ll back off and see if the pain is gone.

The doctor called yesterday, and the ultasound was negative. I feel like I dodged a major bullet there. Nothing like a life or death situation staring you in the face.

So the question remains, how does one have 48 hours of intense, repetitive (every 5 min) leg cramps if it isn’t DVT or trauma? Hell if I know, but if it comes back, I’ll be back to radiology for an MRI.

For now we do something I am so very good at… wait.

Speaking of waiting, amongst all this drama going on, the RE called me and said the donor got the “all clear”, medically speaking. Contagious diseases and STD’s are all negative. Nurse T said she wants the donor in for her psych eval within the next week or two as to not delay this any longer.

With any luck, I should be starting Lupron very soon.

And getting my official calendar of fun.

Scared straight

Where to begin…

Yesterday was certainly a wake-up-and-shake-out-the-cobwebs day. A scary day.

Monday evening it all started around 11pm when I started getting really, really bad leg cramps. The kind that makes you want to throw your body into a wall because it hurts so bad. I got out of bed and tried to walk it off. I thought I had worked through it, but when I went back to bed, the leg cramps didn’t go away. They went on the whole night, in varying intensity every 15 minutes. No position made it better… standing, sitting, walking, lying down…. nothing.

After I got David onto the school bus in the AM, I sat down in my office and took Tylenol. Then I Googled “persistent leg cramps” for about an hour. Most of what I read was about everything that I already knew. Night cramps can be a symptom of low potassium or trauma. BUT persistent cramps? Dr. Google and my favorite symptom checker all said one thing. Blood Clot.

I tried to take my mind off with work, but the cramps were still there. So at 10am I called the doctor. I got an appointment for 2pm.

When I got there, I waited for what seemed like an eternity in the patient exam room. I read all the notices on the walls about insurance coverage, glanced at a BMI chart, and learned what various stool consistencies looked like (I kid you not, it was a poster with pictures).

When my doctor came in, she was cheery and noticed my weight was down 25 pounds since I last saw her in November. “Way to go!” She exclaimed. “Now let’s look at that leg.”

She asked a ton of questions and then measured my calves. The leg that was hurting was bigger. She asked if I was on any meds… and when I said BCP’s her eyes went big.

“We need to get you to radiology for an ultrasound. I’m worried… this could be a clot.” She disappeared into the nurses room and I heard mumbling “She needs an u/s and doppler NOW. …DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis). Call around and see who can take her right now.”

Ten minutes later, I had a doctors note in hand driving to radiology while trying to contact my husband and Mom to coordinate getting David from the bus stop.

S. ended up meeting me and drove me to the lab. On the way all I could think about was how serious a situation I could be in. I googled DVT that morning so I knew that a clot was seriously bad. It could break free at any moment and travel to the lungs as a pulmonary embolism for crying out loud!

I was freaking out.

Since I was a fill-in emergency appointment, I waited longer for the u/s (thank YOU, broken and F’d up U.S. Health System) to the point that I thought I might just walk out and go to the emergency room across the street.

Finally, I was subjected to a very long and tedious ultrasound in a very cold room. I flexed my foot and tightened my abs a zillion times while the u/s tech took pictures and measured blood flow. The woosh-woosh sound coming from my blood coursing through my body reminded me of something else… and it made me cry.

By this time, it was late and my doctor’s office was closed. The u/s tech took pity on me as she walked me out. “I know your doctor probably isn’t open honey. It will take us an hour to dictate and fax the report. You know I am not allowed to give you results… BUT, if I thought it was of an urgent nature I wouldn’t let you go.”

God bless that woman. It didn’t explain the pain I am in, but it eliminated my worst fear.

Today, I feel marginally better. The pain is still there. I am taking 600mg Motrin to take the edge off. If I’m not fully recovered by tomorrow…. then we have to dig further.

More tests.

Well, at least it will occupy my waiting time on the DE cycle.

Sick time, Entertainment, and a Bitter Infertile

I am feeling tons better (thank you!) and back to work with my head firmly atop my torso.

The upside to being sick is a lot of couch time, and therefore, a lot of TV time. After copious amounts of channel surfing I’ve come to the conclusion that regular TV programming is pretty boring and repetitive. There are some exceptions.

I caught up on the Top Chef marathon last week and awaiting the finale. Is it me, or is there something very magnetic about Tom Colicchio? He can cook for me anytime. lol.

I wasted hours I’ll never get back watching Celebrity Rehab “Sober House” (is it wrong that I feel sad for Andy D.ick?) and Rock of Love (where do they GET these vapid skanks???)

But my favorite catch-up was Dr. 90210. He may be a master of plastic surgery, but Dr. Rey is a BONEHEAD when it comes to female reproduction. His wife (who seems really sweet, but spends far too much time locked up in their mansion) thought she “could” be pregnant. A conversation ensures where Dr. Rey says (and I am paraphrasing here)… “I just KNOW you are pregnant. You are MOODY and you have been eating A LOT.” Wow. Now that is a diagnosis. When the test is ultimately negative, Mrs. (Hayley) Rey adds “my pregnancies never show up on a pregnancy test when my period is due”. Apparently she is not infertile NOR a follower of Taking Charge of Your Fertility. For this fact, I am uber jealous, because I am reminded that most women are fertile beings like Hayley, not bitter and subfertile like me. Plus, her husband is a plastic surgeon. I mean, come ON!

I resisted throwing my banana peel at the TV mocking the injustices of the world.

I then thanked the heavens that Dr. Rey is not a Reproductive Endocrinologist. Although, if I am in the market for a boob job and a tummy tuck he’s the guy I want doing it.

Perhaps I should take the money for the donor cycle and just get that done instead?

Nah. I’d rather be flabby with a baby in my arms.