While We Wait

I went in for by Day 3 ultrasound and bloodwork this morning and apparently I'm cyst-free. If my bloodwork is okay, I'll get the thumb's up to start injections tonight: 300 units of Bravelle. And to think, last month I worried 225 units was too much.

So, to amuse myself waiting for the call, I thought I would add up the expenses from last month's IUI.

[Please imagine, if you will, the Violent Femmes' "Kiss Off" in the background as you take in the information below: I take one one one cause you left me and Two two two for my family and 3 3 3 for my heartache and
4 4 4 for my headaches and 5 5 5 for my lonely and 6 6 6 for my sorrow and 7 7 for no tomorrow and
8 8 i forget what 8 was for and 9 9 9 for a lost god and 10 10 10 10 for everything...."]

Okay, here we go:

Ovulation induction patient monitoring: $200
Semen wash: $175
FSH level: $90
LRH hormone assays: ($90 x 2) = $180
E2 levels: ($105 x 5)= $525
Ultrasounds ($150 x 4) = $600
Bravelle: $140
Ovidrel: $70
Progesterone: $30
Natafort vitamins: $10
Acupuncture: ($60 x 2 ) = $120

Grand total: $2135

Ironic postcript: My doctor happened to be on call for monitoring this morning. He's doing a lot of weekends these days because he's taking 2 weeks off in March to go on vacation. Now, I don't begrudge the man his vacation, but as he was talking about his upcoming trip, all I could think of is that fact that this is the first time in many years we haven't take a spring vacation (I know, I know, take out those tiny violins). Is this just a simple transfer of wealth: my vacation money is now my infertility money is now his vacation money? Hmmmmmmmm.

Ironic post-postscript for Monica: On my way to the clinic, "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" came on the radio. I am not making that up.

Ironic post-post-postscript for getupgrrl: On my way home from the clinic I stopped at the gym and went swimming. In water. Is this potentially dangerous for you, me, or both of us?

Comments

[getupgrrl]

Good God! Be careful with that water!

Anyway, how come the question "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire" is never answered realistically, by a bunch of pissed-off, tapped-out infertile women? No, it's always some annoying 33-year-old so-called "mother of four." Listen, lady, you already have kids. You don't need to be a millionaire, okay? You have no RE in your life whom you're obligated to send on vacation. WE WANT TO BE MILLIONAIRES, dammit, so that - like Brooke Shields - we can pay for seven IVF cycles.

Bastards.

[Monica]

Ha ha! I just hope you didn't sing along...