So I'm on Day 4 on the Buserelin shots now and I am happy to say that I have no side-effects. None. Nope. Not a side effect here. The first IVF cycles I had when I lived in Sweden involved Synarel nasal spray, and when on those I became Psycho Bitch From Hell. I was unrecognizable as a sane and normal human being, let alone a woman on fertility treatment. I was the kind of woman you'd expect to be covered in prison tattoos and threatening unobliging Coke machines with the gutteral menace: "If you don't give me my Diet Coke I WILL CUT YOU."
The shots I had in April did not affect me the same way. I was not an escaped mental patient. I did not behave as though "Girls Gone Mad" was my motto. What I did have was a constant and never ending supply of tears. Bad 80's films? Check. Train running late? Phone book commercials? Check. I cried at all of these. I was a virtual Chinese proverb of tears. I also had the hot flashes-I'd be standing there talking to someone and suddenly it felt like I'd had a blow torch turned on in my face. Sweat would pour down the forehead and between my breasts, and all I can say is I'm thankful I didn't have to have any lie detector tests during that time as the needle would've exploded off the machine, and I would've been arrested for threatening bodily harm on Coke machines all those years back (the Swedes are so unforgiving when it comes to violence.) Between the tears and the hot flashes, I was a mess.
This time? A-OK here. I'm pretty hungry but that could be the on-coming period talking (it's only 1 pm here and I've already taken down a bowl of yogurt, an apple and a flour tortilla filled with low-fat cream cheese. Oh, and a handful ofnacho cheese crisps. I am a huge walking pig, dude.) So shots will continue. No side effects here. No hot flashes (or maybe I do have them, I just don't know-it's currently hotter than the fucking sun in England, and in a land of no air conditioning we all are walking around with permanent hot flashes.)
Of course, I haven't seen a phone book commercial on TV yet either, so all bets are off until then.
Posted by Vanessa at July 3, 2006 11:51 AM | TrackBackIt's the German-ness. It never completely leaves. It's like a residue that you can never totally get off.
Posted by: statia at July 3, 2006 05:02 PM