It's on like Donkey Kong! I started Estrace this afternoon. Yay little blue pills!
That's not to say that today's visit to the clinic wasn't totally and completely frustrating in a bunch of other ways, all of which likely stem from the initial clusterfuck yesterday. Let's go through the various screw ups and annoyances, shall we?
- My bloods requisition was wrong. It only asked for HCG, not any of the normal CD3 bloods. Lab tech: "We need to get a nurse to fix it." Me (inside voice): Really? You can't figure out what they want on CD3? Even though you do CD3 bloodwork about a hundred times per day? Allow me to fill you in. It's estrogen, FSH, LH and progesterone. Now take my damn blood. Me (outside voice): "Sure, I'll wait."
- When checking my health card (which is done once at the start of each cycle), the lab tech looks accusingly at me and states "Your health card expires at the end of the month". Me (inside voice): Is it valid right now? Yes? Awesome. I fail to see the issue here. Me (outside voice): "I know. I'll be renewing it this month."
- Upon entering the ultrasound room, the u/s tech asks me to confirm that my bladder is empty. Me (inside voice): No, it's not, because I was told yesterday I would be having a full bladder ultrasound so I guzzled a litre of water at 6am this morning like a good patient. Don't worry, I'm glad I did it anyway. Look how hydrated I am!! Me (outside voice): "No, there must have been a miscommunication in my instructions yesterday. I'll go pee and be right back. Sorry about that." (Yes, apologizing when you haven't done anything wrong is very Canadian of me.)
- Upon going to get my Estrace, I inform the pharmacist that my clinic has called in a prescription for me yesterday. It is not ready. The pharmacist looks in her computer and seems to find something, but then asks me how much of it I am supposed to take. Me (inside voice): Wow, I get to prescribe my own drugs now? Cool! I'll take a whole bunch of something with high street value, please. I have to fund these infertility treatments somehow! Me (outside voice): "They told me 2 tablets, 3 times per day. Yes, I can wait ten minutes." Me (inside voice): Bet I can count pills faster than you!
(Yeah, my internal voice is a total bitch. And yes, I get that these people are all just doing their jobs and none of this is their fault, which is why I use the external voice instead.)
Apparently my uterus decided that the world was giving me enough shit for one day and it was going to cooperate for a change. To go ahead with the Estrace I needed no cysts (check!), a thin lining (check!) and estrogen below 200 (about 50 US). That last part is what I was worried about, as my estrogen is normally around 400 by CD3. I really, really figured I was in for some BCP and Lupron. But my estrogen came back at a stunningly svelte 140, so I am good to go!
So friends, what do you think? Do I take all these preliminary screwups as a sign from the universe that this cycle is going to be a bust and I should never have started it at all? Or do I view it as a sign that no matter what the odds, this FET was destined to be? Ah, who am I kidding, I don't believe in signs. Or destiny. I'm just happy to be moving forward and have decided to keep my stress levels down by holding off on chewing out my RE until the cycle is over. Thanks to everyone for the support and righteous indignation yesterday, it really helped!