ERA II: Lining check

Yesterday morning I went in for the lining check. Here's the account of what was a really busy day.

Traffic was fine on the way to to the clinic. I got there early which was great because they had a tiny gap in the schedule and were able to take me back right away. Dr. B did the ultrasound and said lining looks beautiful. She was about to be done and I asked about a black blob on the screen. "What, this?" she asked. Apparently it's a small fibroid that didn't even register for the exam. She said it's less than 1.5 cm and they don't even consider them an issue unless they're 5-6+ cm large, or if they're in a location that is pressing up against the uterine cavity which it's not. I started to google it later when I got a chance but stopped because it's scary. She was really unconcerned about it so neither am I. Bloodwork was, thankfully, uneventful.

I went from there to work and spent about 20 minutes productively before heading out to the dentist for nightguard impressions. My appointment was for 8:50 and they took me back at 9:05. It didn't take long but I was feeling rushed because my eye exam was scheduled for 9:30. The impressions were awful, making me gag and tear up. It was good I had water this morning because it helped with the blood draw, but it was good I ONLY had water this morning because I would have hurled everywhere. There were gross little pieces left all over my mouth which added to the nausea.

I was out the door by 9:20 and headed to the eye doc. All looks good. In fact my rx went down a drop. I don't need new glasses but since I have use-or-lose insurance $ I decided to use that for rx sunglasses. I also had my eyeballs dilated so they gave me those disposable sunglasses for the ride back to the office and I felt pretty.

By the end of that appointment the nausea had subsided and I realized I was really hungry, but since I ran out the door I didn't bring any food with me. So I stopped by the bagel shop to pick up a warm bagel with butter and jelly on the side for breakfast and made my way in to the office. I was back at work by 10:40 AM and my eyes were already starting to feel better. It was DEFCON 5 busy non-stop until the end of the day when I realized I didn't plan anything for dinner.

We got a pizza and I'm starting to see the pattern... There's a reason I've been working out 3x week but not dropping any weight. I have to get back to shopping for groceries and making normal food.

Last night was the first PIO shot. It was really unpleasant. I always think that it won't be as bad as I remember but it always is. T minus 5 before biopsy.

I noticed that I don't feel the need to write as much when I'm happy and things are going well. I'm also not on the verge of tears as often. The past few weeks I've also not been on that much medication, or I've started dealing with the mood swings better.

It's not only that when I'm happy I'm not overthinking things and chewing them in my mind over and over. But it's also when I'm happy I'm more social and that becomes an outlet too. I felt good over the past weekend and on a whim scheduled several meetups with friends that I kept meaning to. I met with four friends individually over the week and it feels incredible to reconnect. There is a sore point with regard to friends I'll talk about in next post once I flesh out what's bothering me.

Writing is an incredible outlet so it's ironic that words fail me to describe how it feels.