Betty has many enemies. They are all bad. Betty is good like an angel from heaven and she smells dead nice like flowers. Her enemies all smell like really smelly cheese and dead rats. Betty is currently engaged in very dangerous warfare with them all. It’s a good job that Betty is really strong and ready for hand to hand combat, ‘cos these bitches are nasty.
Hope is one of Bettys most dangerous adversaries, for she is a wolf dressed in sheep’s clothing. Literally (and metaphorically). She is a sarcastic old toad.
Endometriosis is another enemy. She combines stealth and knitting to deadly effect. Sometimes she strikes in silence and sometimes she strikes with pain and fury. There is no knowing what she will do next. Betty thinks she is in cahoots with Infertility, but they swear down there is no link between them (even though anyone with eyes can see there is).
Despair is a sneaky turd, literally. She wafts past you and her stench is overpowering. She can floor you when you least expect it. She can smear herself all over you and leave you helpless for weeks. She stinks, and even when you scrub and scrub it’s almost impossible to get rid of her. Despair can spread herself around and infect others. She is a dangerous bitch.
Betty’s arch enemy is Infertility. Infertility is the worst of all Betty’s enemies. Endometriosis and Despair are her foot soldiers. She could eat Hope for breakfast. Infertility is a pug ugly brute. See for yourselves.
So that ladies is what we are up against.
I am sorry for the tragic quality of the pictures. If I was less lazy, I’d have another go at taking pictures of them and editing, but bad news for you is that I am that lazy. Maybe I will try and fix them later*
In other news, today is day 4 of stims (Menopur). I am highly stressed about how hard I find it to mix up the Menopur. I am having to draw up the liquid, inject it into a vial of powder, draw that up and inject it into another vial of powder, draw that up and inject it into another vial of powder, and finally draw that up and inject. Somehow between drawing up the initial liquid and the final injecting, I appear to lose about a fifth along the way. Marvellous.
I have had the mother of all headaches for the last two days and I am not convinced that the down regulation side effects are easing up at all. I am still injecting those in the mornings until egg collection.
I really hope the stims are working, but I have a horrible squirmy feeling that they aren’t. Damn it, I think Despair has me in a headlock. My enemies are everywhere. They have joined forces and I can sense them circling ready to pounce. The whiff of sewage, dead rats and cheese has reached my nostrils. Ladies and Gentlemen, I think it’s just about time for the FINAL SMACK DOWN!