Getting My Game Face On

Ahhh, the thrill of cycling combined with the added bonus of coordinating information from two clinics and a blood drawing lab. I'm in for good times. I suppose this will be good for readership, especially if I string it out and make it extra dramatic.

Today started with a conference call at the butt crack of dawn. What is it with that East Coast-centric that can not be bothered to subtract three hours to find a decent time for us lazy West Coasters to join a conference call?

Then I skedaddled to my first blood draw of the day. You know it's going to be a good day when you have multiple phlebomotists trying to find your one good vein. There was a bit of wait at the lab but made up for it with their friendliness. I'm being serious. They totally know me now and asked about the mister and all kinds of stuff.

I tried to speed across the Bay Bridge to be nearly on time for my ultrasound appointment. My clinic totally freaks out over the Bay Bridge and today did nothing to dissuade their poor perception of a fine marvel of civil engineering. Lucky for me they were more behind schedule than I so I only had to wait an hour.

Then it go fun. Remember the one doctor there that I really don't like? The one who I asked never to see again? I think I called her Dr. Perky. Ahhh, we meet again. She's not nearly as good a nemesis as getupgrrl's meditation classmate, but she'll do in a pinch.

She asked how I was doing (which did not cause me to ask for her head on a platter today) and then introduced herself. She followed that up with "I believe we've met before."

Why yes. I believe we have. Either I made a pretty big impression 18 months ago or she saw the huge red sticker on my chart saying "Keep Dr Perky the hell away from this crazy woman!"

She was fine. I was fairly well behaved. I kept telling myself that Design Girl loooooves Dr. Perky and I should give her another chance.

Baseline ultrasound showed an incredibly thin lining on what should be CD1. Estrogen was 19 and progesterone 0.4.  I still don't have the fsh and lh results and I'm pretty sure I don't want to know either of those.

I actually received a timely callback from Garden State. Of course that particular call was just to tell me they didn't have all my results from the local folks. Two phone calls and a flurry of emails later and Garden State had what they needed.

We're calling it CD1. That means estrogen shots commence tomorrow night. The mister is so excited to hone his dart throwing skills. More shots and bloodwork to follow. Garden State requires bloodwork at least 4 times for a FET and at least two more ultrasounds. I'm totally fine with that.

Tickets have now been purchased. I arrive in the lovely Keystone State on December 17th with a probably transfer date of December 18th. I think this is really happening.

Comments

[Katrina]

You'll have to let us know when you're back in the Great State, as Chris and I are chomping at the bit for a little time with our fave Millie at the holy of holies...A Southern Season. ;o)

[Bonnie]

December 18th is the most auspicious of dates!

[thalia]

Glad to hear the treatment is finally happening. FINALLY!

[Lynnette]

Other than the BS, it all sounds good so far. Looking forward too hearing more...

[chris]

Wow, just a couple of weeks to go.

By the way, I hate the Bay Bridge and will go out of my way to avoid it, much to my BIL's chagrin.

Good luck.

[statia]

Hopefully these are "the hap, hap, happiest holidays since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye" this year for you. I'm keeping things crossed for you. Fingers, toes, boobs (cause I can totally do that now).

You'll have to let me know when you're in my neck of the woods. Maybe we can meet up.

[Kay/Hanazono]

So glad you gave us the extra-dramatic version. Because I'm all. about. the. drama.

Keeping things crossed on this end of the state, too.