Those words are so tricky. Sometimes it seems like every time I put control in someone else’s hands, something goes wrong. I don’t mean this is a crazy control freak kind of way. Just more of a “I live in Murphy’s Law” kind of way. Well, maybe it is more anger at myself when I don’t listen to my instincts (or inner voice, a la Oprah) often enough.
This came up recently with my fertility treatment. I don’t want to give all the gory details, but something treatment related sent up red flags in my brain. I said so to one of the nurses. She assured me the information was correct. Well, needless to say, I was right in my original assumption and it impacted my results.
The good news is that it looks like we can proceed. I did finally show response to the injections. So, on Sunday, I have a date with a turkey baster. I suppose it will be a little more clinical than that, but you get the idea. Can I be honest? Between you and I, it’s a little scary. With PCOS and the medication, there are some risks.
But, life is risk, right?