The Funny Side Of It All


W is very lucky, he almost landed up at our local emergency room having X-rays’ taken that would have looked something like the above! What happened?? Well, lets just say that the IVF hormones have really started to kick and I’ve turned into a sleepy, grumpy, hormonal, psycho biaatch! And this morning he made the fatal mistake of attempting to f*ck up help with my Cetrotide shot.  I had scans on both Saturday and Sunday so the clinics IVF Co-ordinators administered my shots for me, today was my first day of doing both the Menopur and Cetrotide myself. The problem came in that the IVF Co-ordinator who assisted me yesterday made the assumption that I had injected myself with Cetrotide previously and so she neglected to show me the locking mechanism on the Cetrotide syringe. So this morning I was mixing and prepping all the injections and was complaining to W that I couldn’t figure out how to get the Cetrotide syringe unlocked so that I could squirt the liquid into the powder for mixing. He, of course, being a typical-male-mr-f*ck it up-fix-it, decided that brute force would work best. So he marched up to where all my meds were neatly layed out for administration, grabbed the Cetrotide syringe, and with all his manly strength forced the locking mechanism into an unlocked state by simply forcing the stopper through the syringe, this caused the Cetrotide liquid to spray at high velocity straight up in the air to the tune of me screaming STOP STOP STOP!! I promptly burst into tears because its now 6am and I cannot inject my precious Cetrotide as I only have powder for it and no liquid and its the very NB injection that’s preventing my body for ovulating the very expensive and very precious follicles that have developed! My reaction was to grab the syringe out of his hand and then force myself not to give into the strong urge to ram the used needle straight into his eye. Of course, the desire returned when he immediately got angry with ME for crying!! Aaaaarrrrggggghhh, you would think after 7 years of fertility treatment he wouldn’t have developed some kind of understanding of hormonal mood swings, but no, instead he goes into Jannie Jammer Gat mode (Johnny Sorry For Himself) which is like waving a flag in front of a raging bull for me, I can actually feel the smoke escaping out of my flared nostrils as I work my hardest to hold bag the snorts of fury!

Of course, I now have to make a mad dash to my clinic to get a new Cetrotide injection, so while sitting in the fantastic Sandton traffic, I feel my frustration levels begin to rise yet again, I decide to phone my Mom in the hope of getting some sympathy. After relaying the story to her, the strong urge to stab somebody with a used needle yet again surfaced when, instead of receiving sympathy, I was told to take a deep breathe and count to 10!!!!!!!!Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Does anybody actually know me??? Does anybody actually get that I’m a walking raging hormone? Do they understand how they teeter on the brink of a violent death each time they fail to indulge my hormonal moods????????

Thankfully I have now had some time to calm down somewhat and now, I’m unable to control the urge to laugh my head off each time I think of the look on W’s face as he saw the fountain of Cetrotide liquid spray about 5 meters into the air this am!!!!

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  • Reply Lea White

    Oh wow! That sounds very frustrating. So glad you are able to laugh about it afterwards though!

    Hugs, thoughts and prayers as always!!!

    March 9, 2009 at 11:17 am
  • Reply janin

    oh my g*d- being your (birthday) twin – i can completely empathise with that rage!hahah!but Im really glad you managed to get some more cetrotide – men are so retarded sometimes arent they! so thinking of you sharry !!

    March 9, 2009 at 11:18 am
  • Reply Abbey

    Wow, Sharon, sounds like it’s going really well! I’m referring to your previous posts here…not the incident this am! I’ve had a similar incident myself with the trigger injection and I know how frightening it is to watch your precious injection being squirted into oblivion! Anyway….Good Follicles, Good lining…sounds great to me!

    March 9, 2009 at 11:30 am
  • Reply Misty

    That’s funny, Shaz. See, anybody who has actually been through an IVF can so comprehend the situation. I think u’r better than me…I would have stabbed him. But I do need his sperm…Mmmmm
    Okay, maybe we should develop some hormone that the males can inject themselves with. Now THAT would make me feel better 🙂

    March 9, 2009 at 11:40 am
  • Reply Elize

    OMW!! That’s bloody hectic!!!! It did my me smile though, sorry, I know it not funny, but honestly, if it wasn’t funny it would just be tragic. And telling someone who’s about to explode to count to ten, that’s like waving a red flag to me. Not on. I’m glad you got more Cetrotide. Almost done hon, almost there.

    March 9, 2009 at 11:48 am
  • Reply peanuttam

    It’s not funny but it is too, if you know what I mean. Damn man, I would have been peed too, luckily we have extra fluid and syringes at home since we’ve also have an experience similar to that!!

    You’re almost there sweetie, try and get thru the rest of this without sticking a syringe in W’s eye 😉

    March 9, 2009 at 11:49 am
  • Reply charne

    well this morning sounds very hectic and i would have cried to!

    glad it all got sorted out and u can giggle over it now


    March 9, 2009 at 12:16 pm
  • Reply Amanda

    Glad you got another one Sharon! Men can be very dof where hormones are concerned sometimes! I’m sending you much needed sympathy now, and don’t bother counting to ten! lol!

    March 9, 2009 at 1:20 pm
  • Reply monica lemoine

    DAMN! Close call!

    March 9, 2009 at 3:45 pm
  • Reply Maritza

    Ooooooooo the FRUSTRATION!!!!!

    I know ET is only in a few days, but just in case I forget to remind you and just in case you are just as doff as I am…please go and wee after ET. I was too paranoid to go wee (what if squigle escapes!) at the clinic and thought I’d be ok and wait till I arrive home and pee in the comfort of mine own home. O deary deary me…was I wrong…

    Boy o boy! Was I wrong!

    March 9, 2009 at 3:49 pm
  • Reply stacey

    Wow, W is lucky to have escaped certain death! 🙂

    Sorry for the hormone craziness and frustrations. Other than that things seem to be progressing very well!

    March 9, 2009 at 6:56 pm
  • Reply CeCe Garrett

    Oh my goodness! I had to laugh… only because my lovely husband almost lost his life after a similar menopur moment. glad you are safely drugged and not ovulating … still praying.


    March 10, 2009 at 3:38 am
  • Reply samcy

    I sitll giggle when I think about what his face must have looked like… Good save!


    March 10, 2009 at 10:56 am
  • Reply Shalini White

    omg… I hope W copped at least a minor bitchslap for that!! I’m glad you see the funny side of it all now – I can too – (how can you not? the alternative is scary freaking RAGE!!) but seriously, M does the brute force thing too. he does it to everything, including the computer – LIKE SMACKING IT IS GOING TO HELP?!!? seriously, sometimes when I’m on the hormones I wonder whether they should consider a study about womens who killed their partners while on IVF…haha. (for the record I’m joking), but M does drive me up the wall, because he refuses to help with injections. Probably a good thing!

    lucky you got to the clinic to get the stuff!!


    March 10, 2009 at 2:56 pm
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