Today
was the final ultrasound. The doctor told us that we would be set for egg
retrieval on Thursday. In order to get ready for it we needed to give me a
trigger injection that night. The timing of that injection was very important
because exactly 36 hours after is when the retrieval needed to be performed.
They didn't give me the time I needed to take it yet though, they had to check
the schedules for Thursday so that they could plan my surgery for the right
time. Heidi the nurse would call me that afternoon and tell me exactly when the
injection needed to be done.
The
last thing we needed to do before we could head back to Logan was a blood test.
They wanted to double check on my hormone levels. Having had many blood tests
at this point I knew they only took a few seconds. Unfortunately the person
having her blood drawn before me had invisible veins and it took 30 minutes before
it was my turn. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem, but today, we had to be
back in Logan for a surgery and my check in time was 9:30am. By the time my
blood was drawn it was already 8:30am. There is no way to make the trip from Salt Lake to
Logan in an hour, but we were going to do our best. I made a quick call to
Logan Regional to let them know we were running late, and then we did our best to
fly to Logan without getting pulled over.
Chase
did an excellent driving quickly and inconspicuously. I still had to give
myself my last set of daily hormone injections. They had to be giving at the same
time every day and we didn't have time to pull over. All of my training had led to this moment, as I gave myself 3 injections, going 80 miles per hour
down the freeway. Probably the closest I will ever get to a Mission Impossible
stunt.
We
managed to pull in at Logan Regional at 10:15am. Not bad time at all,
considering how far we had come. The staff at surgery was prepared for me and
they wasted no time. I had an IV line, all the pre-op tests done, and was ready
to go by 10:40am. Since my surgery was planned for 10:45am we were back on
schedule again. All of the staff were incredibly kind and helpful. They even
had a snack area for Chase to hang out in while I was in surgery. The doctor came in to see if I was ready to go. She and the nurses rolled me in to the
operating room. All of the standard questions were asked and then the anesthesiologist
gave me some awesome drugs. Unlike my first surgery, this was just a sedation,
not full anesthesia. I would be asleep, but not completely out. It was a lovely
relaxing feeling. It helped to have some upbeat music playing in the
background. Probably the choice of the young nurses setting everything up.
Next
thing I knew I was waking up back in the room I had started from. Chase was
there and asked me how I was feeling. I felt pretty good. It was like waking up
from a nap. Much different from the cloying drugged feeling that I'd felt after
my biopsy. Then I tried to move. My shoulder felt like it had been hit by a
truck. None of the procedures up to this point had hurt like this. The nurses
came in and checked us out. After a quick x-ray to make sure that the port was
in place I was declared fit to leave. I felt completely awake and other than
some really intense pain in the left side of my chest I was doing pretty well. The
hospital had ordered me a prescription of pain medication and I decided to fill
it. For some reason leaving something in your body hurts a lot more than having
something removed.
We
picked up my pills on the way home. Then rented a movie and went home to relax.
I took one of the pills as soon as we got home and Chase fixed us some food.
About 20 minutes later Heidi, from the fertility clinic, called. I was given
instructions to take my injection at exactly 7:45pm. The rest of the afternoon
I watched movies and slept. I don't have a great love for narcotics, they make
me nauseous, but the pain in my shoulder was really significant. I took a
second one 4 hours later and slept for several hours. About 8:15pm the reminder
on my phone went off to remind Chase take the pills he had been given by the fertility
clinic. When I told him to go take them he got a strange look on his face. “YOUR
INJECTION!”
Well
shoot! Apparently giving Kayla time specific instructions doesn’t work well
when she is on drugs. At least Chase had remembered before we were too late. Chase
helped me give the large injection in my hip, but by the time we had gone over
the instructions and gotten the medication all mixed up it was 8:30. Hopefully we weren't going to cause too much
trouble on Thursday morning by being so late. I sent an email off to the clinic
and tried not to worry too much.
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