I am not a big fan of needles — but who is, really? When I was in the hospital, I put up with them without complaint because I knew there was no other way. Needles were keeping me alive. When they told me, though, that I might not be ready to solely be on Coumadin when released and that they might have to send me home with self-injectable meds, I panicked a bit. All my doctors saw was a worried brow and big wide eyes. Inside, I was screaming ‘NooOOOOoooOOOOOoooOOOOoooOOOOoooo!!!’
Luckily, that did not come to pass and I returned home armed with a big bottle of Coumadin. Maybe I was too physically and emotionally fragile after my hospital stay to handle having to stick myself. Maybe I was sick of being poked and prodded for three weeks straight and just needed a rest. I don’t know why self-injecting medication was NOT OKAY then but is A-OKAY now.
Maybe it’s because I am doing it in the hope of having a baby.
It’s only been four days so I am sure this opinion is bound to change but — so far, surprisingly enough — I prefer Lovenox over Coumadin. It’s nice to be on something that isn’t going to necessitate constant monitoring, blood draws every two weeks to a month. You might say to yourself ‘Wait, that makes no sense. Crazypants prefers dealing with a needle every day rather than once a month?’ Yes. Yes, I do. The Lovenox shot? It is virtually painless. I don’t have to find a vein — I just stick myself, hit the plunger and I’m done. I’ve been getting regular blood draws almost my entire life; having hypothyroidism, my medication needs to be looked after (although nowhere near the frequency of Coumadin). These blood draws have never been easy as I am what medical professionals like to refer to as Stickus Hardus .. or, in the common tongue: a Hard Stick. My veins are tiny, they are deep and they like to run away from needles. So blood draws are always a gamble. Sometimes, they find a vein right away! Other times, they have to poke me repeatedly and wiggle the needle around. It’s not the worst thing in the world but it is a pain in the ass (or, more specifically, the arm). So hell yes I will take an easy-breezy sub-q shot over constant, never-ending blood draws. So I say:
NEEDLE, I SALUTE YOU!
In other news, yes. You guessed it. Another positive ovulation test (although just barely so). I am 99.9% sure that I am not pregnant. While I have only been charting my temperature for a few days, it’s been pretty steady at 97.8-.9. Since temperature will remain elevated if conception has happened, I have trouble believing 97.8 is elevated for me. I mean, sure, I am pretty cold blooded and my normal temp tends to be lower than the 98.6 average but I don’t think it’s so low that 97.8 would be considered impressive or remarkable.
I think part of my problem is that I am testing with my top-o-the-morning pee. Maybe if I tested later in the day when my urine is not so concentrated, it would yield more normal results. Or maybe I should just stop testing altogether! That would be the sanest option so, of course, I reject it.