…but not tonight. Holy Moses, this stimming business has me worn out, internet. I seriously do not know how some of you have done this and had real jobs, other kids, etc., at the same time.
Things continue apace around here. Back still hurts, but other side effects have tapered off. Mostly between a 4 (“My pain is not fucking around”) and a 6 (Ow. My pain is super legit now) on Hyberbole and a Half‘s* brilliant pain scale. Definitely nowhere near 10 (“I am actively being mauled by a bear”).
E2 rising. Follies growing in fits and starts. I’ve been in for monitoring every day since Friday, as my quicker than expected response made them think OHSS thoughts. It’s sort of annoying to schlep in every day, but mostly it’s comforting to feel so cared for.
They said today I’ll probably trigger tomorrow or Friday (‘course, they said that yesterday, too), which means ER this weekend. I’m still a little scared, though mostly I’m too tired to remember to be anxious.
That said, your “it was no big deal”-type ER stories are very appreciated, in comments or links.
*Do you need more funny in your life? ‘course ya do. (Try this one, for instance.) Exercise extreme caution when reading Hyperbole and a Half at work, as Sugar points out that sudden, repeated laughter in your cubicle is not very professional.