Today was the type of day you want to take into a back alley and beat on with a two-by-four until it doesn’t twitch anymore. Then, take the carcass and burn it alive just to be sure it doesn’t come back for one final scare like in a Freddy Krueger Movie.
You know those days.
The days that a good bunker buster is needed to wipe out, and a little salt on the earth it once stood to make sure nothing grows there again. Continue reading “One of Those Days…”
The clinic gave surprising results for day 3. My FSH was 2. Two?
The E2 wasn’t that high. My hormones seem to be adopting, “when they go high, we go low.”
They said we can try, and they gave me medicine to boost things. We’ll see how that goes. I worked out at the gym hard today doing over 6km.
I felt so relieved at the results.
Unfortunately, my husband can’t enjoy the news right now, or much of anything. He’s curled up on the couch in a lot of pain. The pain started yesterday, then he threw up. He managed to hobble this morning to the doctor and they said he has some kind of stomach flu.
He’s drinking lots of liquids, taking meds, and eating only Okayu (rice porridge).
I wonder how he contracted it. Every now and again I hear a “I-i-tai” (It hurts) from the living room. I feel so bad seeing him hurting like that and being unable to do much but fix his food and bring him drinks. The virus must runs its course.
Hopefully, he’ll recover soon.
Three years ago they diagnosed my uterus as 70% compromised via an MRI.
I made the mistake of going alone that day and was crushed. I kept my face together enough to wait until I arrived home and burst into tears. I was told it was unlikely I’d ever get pregnant.