Egg Freezing – Pull the Trigger

Monday afternoon is ticking along (Day 9 of shots) and my nurse says, you need to take the Big Daddy shot at exactly 7pm tonight. Okay, it’s called the Trigger Shot, but that’s what it sounded like in my head.

The Big Daddy.

At this point it was almost 5pm.  I needed to get my butt home, by bus, tame my little man, aka my 15 pound dog, try not to alcohol swipe my stomach too many times (I am a little obsessed see They Said There Would Be Shots blogpost) and pull the trigger (or push to be exact) by 7pm.  No problem; I got this.

I get on the wrong bus, surprise.  Lucky for me it’s still drops me off near home sweet home. I walk the extra 10 minutes and arrive at my casa at 6:50pm.  I am treating the trigger command like it’s launch time for the last NASA rocket into space.  You go it, I’ve got my game face on.

Unlock the door and the excitement from my dog and 16 pound cat take my attention for a solid 3 minutes.  Again, the countdown ticks in my head and I think a bomb is going to go off if this doesn’t happen on time.  A little drastic but I am in the moment.

I grab the overnighted Fed Ex package, which has been housing my trigger shot.  It’s serious business.  To my dismay, the new injection barrel has a new measuring system. This is where I go into slight panic mode. Without prior knowledge of shots and medicine amounts, the new measurements on the needle throw me off. It’s kind of going from cups to millilitres or something. How does this happen. I need the directions.

After breaking out the instructions that came with the trigger shot, I read and read and read.

It’s now 7:02pm and I’m not sure how this is going to go down.

After a few minutes of deep breathing and instruction reading, it all starts to make sense. I draw my meds and at 7:07pm it happens.  Trigger shot = fasted administered shot yet.

Thank you, shot clock (flashbacks to high school basketball here). Finally! I think to myself, I am really dramatic. I think 7 minutes late to the game is still okay.

After 23 self-injected shots, 8 blood draws and 8 pelvic ultrasounds, I feel like I made it out alive and easy.  Yes all these pricks and prods really didn’t hurt.

The only thing hurt in this whole process might be just my ego.

Get over it. It’s time for game day.

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Radell Peischler, Blogger, Egg Freezing

AUTHOR: Radell Peischler
Radell Peischler shares the egg freezing story with as many women that will listen. Radell also helps coach women to figure out if egg freezing is right for them. She believes it’s always the right time for a yoga break and carrying around a small dog or two, oh …. and loves the quote, “the world will be saved by the western woman” (Dalai Lama’s words, not hers)!

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