Somehow this was a more difficult week than usual.
I had had a headache throughout the day on Wednesday. My day started out with a speech-language evaluation with a difficult-to-test three-year-old. He totally refused to talk despite the many tricks that I used with him. The headache started right at that moment.
I thought that my chiropractic visit would ease the headache. Somehow it made it worst. I took two Femara at 8pm that night and went on to eat my dinner. In those two hours, I also took eight pills of various supplements and drank a glass of orange juice mixing in with powdered wheatgrass. I made a wrong decision of eating the last bit of pot roast just because I couldn’t fit all the leftovers in the Tupperware for lunch for the next day. By bed time, I was feeling very sick. I lay in bed with a huge headache. After getting ready for bed, I could not even lie down without feeling dizzy and nauseous. Something wasn’t sitting right in my stomach. It didn’t matter how I stacked up the pillows and sat up. Whenever I leaned my head back a little, a pang of dizziness and nausea came over me. I knew that I could try to puke to make myself feel better. However, I was very very reluctant to throw up the Femara so I tried to hold everything in. I felt so violently sick that no position was comfortable for me. After an hour of torture, I finally decided to just do it. What came out was not pretty but boy, I felt so much better afterwards. I had moved my pillows and made myself the bed in the spare bedroom so that Bob wasn’t disturbed by my moving around and puking. I finally fell asleep and woke up at 3am pleasantly surprised that I wasn’t dizzy or nauseous anymore. I dragged my pillows back to my own bedroom and my hubby didn’t even notice I was out of there! I woke up worried about the Femara so I emailed my RE. She instructed me to take an extra Femara just in case I did throw up the ones the night before.
My headache was gone but I was out of sorts on Thursday because of the bad night of sleep. I was trying to get my busy day started. Five minutes before my appointment with my first client, my boss came in and told me that the father from my speech-language evaluation called to complain about me. So he basically accused me of barely speaking with him and only speaking to his ex-wife most of the time. He said that I gave her the business card instead of handing one to him. He complained that he observed the same thing at his pediatrician’s office and wrote a bad Yelp review to complain about that office. He said that his ex-wife told him not to come to the next appointment. I am fortunate that I’ve been doing this for a while and know who I am. I am confident in what I do and I know exactly how professional I was during the evaluation. To me, this guy has more issues than his complaints about me. He is making it about himself and not about the child. And he probably has doubts about his ability as a father as he expressed to my boss that he is “a good father” and “a good provider”. Although I am confident in my ability, it’s still unsettling to start my day with negative feedback, especially after I tried so hard to help this particular child the day before.
Good thing the Femara hasn’t made me sick since that crazy night. I have only done one injection so far; the human growth hormone. This is so much more low key than what we did before. Bob mixed the HGH at ease and drew 25 IU of it. I injected it in no time. We were out the door for dinner within ten minutes. It was so unlike my last cycle with four vials of Menopur and the HGH. Since I am doing minimal injections, I keep wondering if any follicle is growing. My motto this cycle is to take it one day at a time. I am trying and I think I am doing fine. I just have to trust that my RE is right about her protocol. I am grateful for the chance at trying for our own baby with a great doctor and insurance. I am just very happy that this week is over and I hope and pray for a better week next week.