Lil' box o' meds

Funny, that title reminds me of when I was a rookie reporter working on the crime beat of a small daily paper near my hometown. The newsroom had no computerized archives, only this archaic system of clipiings filed in the basement. So, if you needed to write a story about a murder trial and you wanted to read the original story from when the murder took place, you had to trudge down there and find the clippings. And, you had to deal with the lady in charge of said clippings -- known as "the evil librarian." It was a terrible headache so I bought a little plastic box and began to keep my own files on each new murder that took place in our fair city. I labled it "box o' murderers" and my co-workers thought it was hilarious.

Anyway. I digress. The point of this post is that I got my little box of medications yesterday. I say little because this box was only about a quarter of the size of our last box, as it only contained Lupron and my all time favorite IVF drug -- progesterone in oil, and of course all the needles and syringes needed to inject said drugs. Another med is being compounded at a local pharmacy to meet my doc's specialized request on the dosage.

So, we're all set. Our first ultrasound is scheduled for Monday morning and away we go. Nurse Cindy will be doing it because Dr. V will still be out of town, but I don't mind because it's not like she's going to be counting follies or anything. She's just taking a look to make sure all is quiet on the western front.

In the mean time, I'm working a lot and studying for the upcoming PRAXIS exam, which I'm not that worried about. I'm confident I can pass the reading and writing parts with no problems. It's the math that gives me trouble. So I'm going to study right now! Stupid fractions!