Egg Retrieval

Yesterday morning, my friend C drove me to the clinic for the harvesting of my eggs. As I laid myself down on the bed, I told myself, the end of my bloated discomfort is near!! Woo hoo! The nurse came in to install the IV, and had the hardest time with both arms - according to her, by the end of the cycle, the body is so beat up and tired that it doesn't want to give anymore. I believe it...both arms were pretty badly bruised and after being poked in the arm 4 times, I was ready to go home. Another nurse came in and announced that we were going to put the IV in my wrist. WHAT?! She turned on the Jersey Boys sound track and we started talking about musicals, which was fun and all, and I could tell that she could tell that I was nervous. I tried to put on a brave face, but as she started tapping my wrist for veins, I started freaking out and asked in a shrill voice if this was gonna hurt, and she replied, "not any more than being stuck 4 time in the arm," then she went for it. OW, OW, OW!!! That really freaking hurt!!! She gave me a couple shots of antibiotics to start with, which stung like WOAH. I asked when I was getting the good stuff, and she just laughed, said this was when all modesty was going to fly out the window and bound my legs to the stirrups. Um. Yeah.

Finally, she said the good stuff was coming and that it was going to make the ceiling and the lights move. How did she know that? Did she try it on herself for fun? I remember looking up at the lights expectantly and didn't notice any changes, and then I turned my head to watch her do something and when I looked back up the ceiling, the lights were moving!!! Like thousands of tiny light bulbs on a very fast conveyor belt. I vaguely remember the doctors and the nurses saying something to me and then next thing I remember, the nurse was asking me to take a nap. I did nap for a bit, but I think I was uncomfortable, because about 20 mins later, I woke up and started texting my friend M, who was picking me up. She was there already but they had told her that I wasn't ready yet. Pshaw, I was so ready!! I got off the bed, put on my pants and shoes and opened the door and I felt great!! No more back pain, no more pressure in my stomach, no nausea - then the nurse rushed in and asked me to sit down so that she can take the IV out. Oops. The nurse handed me a prescription for 20 Percocet tabs, which I said probably wasn't necessary as I felt fine, but she said I'd feel it later. She explained that my ovaries were the size of grapefruits at this point and that even though they took the fluid out of the follicles, the ovaries will expand before decreasing in size. How can they get bigger than grapefruits?! Is that humanly possible? M took me to the pharmacy, then home where I passed out immediately.

Few hours later, I woke up with oh so much cramping everywhere!! So I took one of the pain pills, waited about 2 hours and then finally called the clinic again because it was NOT helping. The nurse told me to take another one and to call in the morning. I took another one, and waited and waited and an hour later, when nothing happened, I took another. Oops, mistake. About 10 minutes later I was throwing up and having hot flashes. I took some ibuprofen and passed out again. I continued to wake up through the night to take more meds. What a pain!!

Hoping it'll be better later...sigh...