I went all by my little self to my appointment yesterday. The trains were less than ideal, so an hour long appointment took me 6 hours door to door. Marvellous.
You may have noticed I have become slightly obsessed with the songs that they play in the waiting room (no Skinny Love today, fact fans). I spied yesterday that there is a suggestions box in the corner and before I leave I am definitely going to suggest pan pipes. I’ve been trapped in that gloomy waiting room for some appointments, surrounded by weeping women and fake flowers, for hours and hours while I listened to the pained screechings of a dying cat. Oh, I mean “music”. I have devised a scoring chart for forthcoming appointments:
10 = Top Notch, e.g. pan pipes – nothing offensive or distressing here. Doesn’t interfere with kindle reading etc, etc.
9 = Inoffensive Drivel, e.g. easy listening
8 = Normal music
7 = Joke Music, e.g. The Lion King
6 = Slightly Irritating Drivel, e.g. Taylor Swift
5 = One Direction
4 = Melancholy, e.g. Skinny Love, Birdy
3 = Tear Jerkers, e.g. All By Myself, Celine Dion
2 = Depressing, e.g. Radiohead
1 = Candle in the Wind
Waiting room songs from today:
Beneath Your Beautiful, Labrinth ft. Emeli Sandé
It’s like an itch I can’t scratch reading that song title.
Melancholy was the first word that sprung to mind so that was easy – 4.
I checked that’s how they spell it, grammar police. Don’t come crying to me.
Bleeding Love, Leona Lewis
Oh why oh why oh why don’t I have a shit song category. It’s pretty bleeding miserable – 4.
Holding Back The Years, Simply Red
Simply one of the worst things to ever invade my ears. However, this isn’t a singing competition, so – 9.
Everytime, Britney Spears
Love a bit of Britney me, but good grief this is depressing. It’s also screechy and a) hurt my ears and b) severely impacted kindle concentration – 2.
Son of a Preacher Man, Aretha Franklin
Shit. There is something very wrong with my scoring system if Simply Red comes out above Aretha Franklin.
Underneath Your Clothes, Shakira
Someone in the waiting room hummed along to this entire song. This isn’t the video where she rolls around in the dirt with Rafael Nadal is it? That just gave me an idea that they should play the videos on the TV screen instead of photographs of wildlife. Anyways, I digress – 6.
How Am I Supposed To Live Without You, Michael Bolton
Can I do emoticons on WordPress? Me right now —–> 😂
I Was Born To Try, Delta Goodrem
Oh God I have to rate this a 6.
Okay, that comes to 41, which is an average score of 5.12, One Direction. Interesting.
I’m straying so far away from the purpose of this blog post that I’m not sure I can reign in back in. My first monitoring scan, day 8 of stims. It didn’t go great, no surprises there. I’ve had first scans that looked dreadful (just a massive cyst and a couple of tiny follicles) and ones that looked amazing (8-10 follicles all growing at the same rate, above 10mm) and the outcome of them all at egg collection was absolutely dismal. I think my monitoring appointments mean about as much as my waiting room music scoring system does.
I have 4 follicles over 10mm (11-16mm) and a few smaller ones. My problem is that my ovaries are so damaged that things that look like follicles on the scans are actually just collections of fluid that have formed in pockets of scar tissue. In addition to that, the follicles themselves often end up being empty. Based on my previous cycles if I only have these four “follicles” I will be very lucky to get 1 egg.
I’m not dwelling on it; it is what it is. My ovaries are severely damaged and as a result of that it’s extremely difficult to get my eggs out. My lining is getting too thick, again, already. Not good. I was alarmed to hear my egg collection is pencilled in for Wednesday, just 12 days after starting Menopur. I’ve always had my egg collections 15-16 days after starting stims in the past and I still ended up with immature eggs so I’m not happy about that at all. I’ll query it on Monday I guess.
I am really not looking forward to this egg collection.
As a side note, the day they play that bloody Pharrell Williams song in the waiting room is the day I rip the speakers off the walls and EAT THEM.