Down the drain
Well, the $2,500+ isn't exactly down the drain. It's actually on a credit card, charging us interest. Isn't that a lovely thought?
I took an HPT yesterday. Negative. And I've come down with some sort of illness (fever + sore throat + sensitive skin), so my temps are through the roof for all the wrong reasons. Yesterday, I hit 99.5 and today is 100.8. I'm not taking any more Prometrium, since it helps keep my temps up, and I didn't take a test today (like the nurse said to) since yesterday's was so lily white.
It was a little annoying yesterday to get a message from a (well-meaning, of course) friend asking about my temp and whether it was a fever or something exciting. I got to tell her that yes, indeed, it's a fever and that I had a negative test. Good times all around.
This is one of the worst things about discussing treatment with other people. They know what's going on and are so frickin' hopeful for you. You feel like you're disappointing them somehow when your body continues working (or not working, as the case may be) as it always has.
At any rate, we're not going to be able to do any more injectables cycles, at the very least with Dr. Turd, this year. Between D's lack of a decent raise and our credit card situation, I suppose we're just going to have to sit back and "relax" for awhile. I think I may be ready for a break. I'm so, so, so tired of this crap. Really, I am.
