The last birthday I skipped was when I turned 6. I was in the hospital, having my second surgery for a ruptured appendix, and the nurses asked me if I wanted to wear a badge that said, “Birthday Girl.” “Today’s not my birthday,” I said. “It is!” they said. “You’re turning 6!” “It’s not my birthday,Continue reading “I’m Thinking of Skipping My Birthday This Year”
If you want to make a med student disappear, especially a male one, try the following.
“Honestly, I wish they’d tell me I can’t take these drugs anymore,” I told Adam grimly. “I’d never be so happy to waste thousands of dollars.”
When I first started fertility treatment, a friend of mine said something to me that didn’t sink in until … well, last week. “Maybe it’s not that people think they know better than you, when they say you’ll get IVF,” she said. “Maybe it’s just that they’ve been there, and they’ve seen how things sortContinue reading “How Much Is Enough?”
“I need to make sure you aren’t at risk for Ovarian Hyperstimulation Syndrome,” the doctor said.
Fortunately, I was on Ativan, so my response was basically, “Oh, word?”
You sense my pain and want to do something to make it stop. Internet advice probably isn’t going to do it.
This afternoon, I was tap-tap-tapping away at my keyboard, when my phone buzzed with a text message from Adam. ADAM: Honey, I’m sorry, but can you help me clarify something about fertility stuff? Is the $5,000 cap for ALL fertility drugs? I thought the financial aid person at the clinic said it was just forContinue reading “News of the Duh: It’s Expensive to Be Infertile”
We’re about to embark on a new round of horrifying science experiments designed to get me pregnant, a set of circumstances I have tried to avoid all my adult life.
We’re both fine, as far as labs can tell. No one really knows why why we’ve tried to have a baby for so long, with no luck.