When we got the green light to proceed I ordered the drugs. I must say, it's the closest I have ever felt to being a celebrity...ordering $5000 worth of assorted drugs. Unfortunately, this was not for my party in the Hampton's. This was the price of admission to the hormone roller coaster. I looked over the drugs when they arrived. It was the needles that forced me to sit right down in the middle of unpacking. So many needles. A sea of needles. This would upgrade my celebrity drug binge feeling to...rock star. After I regained my self, I separated each daily dose and needles(except the Lupron which needed refrigeration) into its own zip lock bag with the date of use written on the front and put the first week in a box on top of our refrigerator. I put up the sharps container too, which looked rather big to me. (Yes, this is where you should laugh. I filled it many times over.) I created an IVF calender in Outlook for myself and printed it to post inside the kitchen cabinet so Wonderwoman and I would see it everyday. It looked like this...
Wonderwoman administered most of the shots. I never had a problem with them. Out of dozens of shots, maybe 5 actually hurt. Once, I hit a vein in my upper thigh when I was giving my self a shot in the bathroom during The Nutcracker. Other times there was a random shot that hurt, but overall I was very lucky. Wonderwoman gave all my IM shots in the rump-roast on whichever side she felt "looked good". All the Sub-Q shots were done in the same arm, left, in the back.
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