Wouldn’t you just know it?? Hurricane Ike is now heading right toward us, and as we’ve feared (but expected would happen sooner or later), Houston is expected to be on the dirty side of the storm. Where F and I live, we live in Evacuation Zone C, so we’re supposed to be the last group of Houstonians to undergo mandatory evacuations. However, this sucker scares the fire out of me. The sustained winds are supposed to be over 100 mph here if Ike hits where they are predicting it to go. These sustained winds will last for around 12 hours, and that’s not counting the winds that will be in the area starting tomorrow around noon, and all the way through Saturday.
So, F and I want to get the hell outta Dodge as quickly as possible. There’s a snag, though. I’m supposed to have an appointment tomorrow, to get bloodwork done and have another ultrasound scan, to make sure I’m not sending my ovaries into a tailspin with all the Gonal-F I’ve been shoving into my body since Monday night.
I started my period again on Saturday, so I called in on Monday, like a good patient is supposed to, and had to go in that afternoon to get my baseline scan done, and make sure everything was as it should be before delving into another round of infertility meds. Since I checked out clean as a whistle, I started Gonal-F injections that night, 300iu this time instead of the 187iu I did the last time.
That’s all well and good, but now I’m concerned that I won’t be able to continue this freakin’ cycle, if I can’t get this bloody u/s scan and bloodwork thingy completed. If that happens, I’m screwed, ’cause I’ve already injected several hundred dollars worth of this stuff into me, and it would suck beyond sucking to have to start all over again a month from now, without completing this round. We’ve already established that F and I aren’t exactly rolling in dough, so this could be a rather large potential setback. Another thing I’m worried about is the fact that I have enough Gonal-F left for about four days’ worth of shots. If we are relocated because of this damnable hurricane, will it screw up the delivery of my meds?? Ugh.
Well… that issue’s been resolved for me. Crap. I can’t get into the doctor’s clinic soon enough today to get the test results back today, so I have to wait until next period. I’m stuck up here at work until at least 2:30, and the clinic won’t be able to have my estrogen levels back before Dr. S heads home. Thanks a lot, Ike. You just cost me at least $500 that we don’t have, you bastard.
I sometimes hate my damnable luck. Honestly, I do.