Criminy.
(It’s okay. I shouldn’t need any of those before next week. The first thing I need is the ovidrel trigger, which wasn’t in that box anyway, since the insurance company won’t fill it until they get the paper prescription. That’s a bit dicey, since I’m supposed to bring it to the clinic on Saturday, just in case it’s time (which I very much doubt), but it turns out I’m allowed to get that one from a regular pharmacy if necessary. I thought I only got to do that once this lifetime (and I already had to for the Bean’s cycle), but it turns out it’s now always allowed for that one drug. So if it comes to it, I figure I’ll get them to write me a new prescription on Saturday and fill it myself that afternoon.)
May 10, 2013 at 3:57 pm
ha! I needed that dose of humor with this process. We get our next shipment of drugs on Tuesday and Im guessing it will be a BOATLOAD (see my earlier post on the subject to know just how wrong I can be…)
May 10, 2013 at 4:03 pm
YOU ARE SCARING ME NOW.
May 10, 2013 at 4:18 pm
You want scary, you should come to the post office where I’ll have to schlep to pick this stuff up on Monday. In fairness, it’s been some years since an employee there last threatened me with bodily harm, but still.
May 11, 2013 at 6:37 am
I hope when/if/when/IF (let’s not get ahead of ourselves) I go collect my own metric fucktonne of Better Reproduction By Chemistry, they’ll be delivered by a Mariachi band with extra rose-petals. They cost enough.
May 11, 2013 at 8:49 am
This looks like a Sign Of Progress. I like that!
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