RE Dream Date

Dr. Frenchie is supersmooth, even if he didn't have a French accent like I expected.

He may just be a good talker, but he definitely caught our attention. A no-nonsense shoot-from-the-hip kinda guy. Points he made very clear:

1) RE #1 was in it for the money and thinks "randomly". He knows her personally, and knows that she was blowing smoke up our asses. IVF on the first date!? I am NOT that kind of girl, RE #1!!

2) Most reproductive therapy is "snake oil". They mix a bunch of concoctions, do some maneuver, you get pregnant and they take the credit. It isn't always "real" science.

3) My two endometrial biopsies were not necessary. Anything they would have revealed could have been treated harmlessly without torturing ME. Besides what they revealed was not linked to miscarriages ANYHOW and only made sure that my cervix was traumatized more than it should have been. Also, I was already being treated with progesterone, so what's the point of checking for a luteal phase defect in the first place?

4) RE #1 and RE #2 missed a lot regarding antiphilosophid antibodies and sent the testing to a lab that didn't specialize in the proper testing techniques. As he put it, we are "the real deal" and should be treated accordingly, by sending to the specializing laboratory. I will be retested properly.

5) HE WANTS TO GO AHEAD WITH THE HYSTEROSCOPY! And I can do it when I feel up to it. *hi-five!* He's not sure anything will be revealed, but there's enough reasonable doubt to check it out.

6) He wants us to see a Loss Specialist Psychologist. Because... get this... (his words)

"When a couple goes through this, they don't need someone patronizing them and saying 'relax' or 'everything happens for a reason'. That just internalizes everything and makes it harder to deal with what happened. You NEED to grieve. You NEED someone to say it is ok to be angry, upset, hurt, betrayed. It is OK to be pissed that a nice couple can't have a baby while others have babies and throw them in dumpsters. It makes a huge difference."

I think...

...and I am not sure yet....

...but I think I have a doctor crush on him. Even without the accent.

On the Eve...

The frightening drama of Effie this week has served one important purpose. I went the entire week without obsessing over tomorrow's big date.

Tomorrow a new character enters this soap opera.

Ollie: Brad, darling. I must tell you something. Something very important.
Brad: Yes, Ollie. You know you can tell me anything.
Ollie: It's just... it's just...
[door opens]
Dr. Frenchie: It ees I, Dr. Frenchie, 3rd Opinion RE. I haff come to re-evaluate your wife's u-ter-us.
*ominous music*

Yes, tomorrow is the first meeting, the consultation, with Dr. Frenchie. I call him Dr. Frenchie because he is oh, so farry Frainch, zhou tsee. Oui, oui. He eefon has a cute leetel accent marque ofer hees last name.

Nervous? Now I am.
Why? Because one more doctor checking out the goods and telling me they've expired.
What if... yeah, WHAT if?

This will be the guy who does the surgery, assuming he believes it to be as important as I do. THE SURGERY. The hideous one I stupidly watched on the medical website I subscribe to. Yeah, that surgery. The one I deep down WANT although I fear it. The fear will prove what a horrible mess my womb is. The surgery that may not turn me into Ripa 3000 Babymachine as I've hoped for months now.

All I can do now is wait another 13 hours.. and try to not think about it.

My girlie is back home

I am SO happy to have my little furbaby back home, and so is she.

It was scary for a while. We went up to the hospital to see her Monday night. Three hours in the waiting room to VIEW her. Then we were ushered into an exam room. Where we waited. I peeped open the vet door and saw my little Effie on the prep table, flopping around madly, a tech standing over her freaked out.

No one could figure out what was happening, but it obviously wasn't good. Finally the truth was realized that the tech had accidentally administered a VERY HIGH overdose of medication and she was having crazy reactions. Her blood pressure was wildly fluctuating, she was experiencing hypertension, and in trying to control herself she was in essence freaking out.

The vet came in to tell us what was happening... and that it was a possibility she could die from this. I was livid, crying my head off and ready to take the place DOWN.

They sent off for a drip of a type of epinephrine to counter the drug's effects and to stabilize her. Fortunately Effie is a super strong-willed little kitty, and she held on tightly. Her heart rate stayed steady. By 1am, she was stable and sleeping.

Tuesday, I visited her twice. She was first drunk out of her mind, then by 9pm she was somewhat more sober, although visually impaired. Last night, the drunkedness had passed and she was ready to get the hell outtah dodge. We brought her home and although she has pitiful balance because of the ear infection, she is much better and very happy to be back home.

When I asked, I was told Tuesday afternoon that the tech that had administered the overdose was inconsolable, crying and visibly shaking all over. They had to send him home. I asked back about him last night and he had been reprimanded, put on suspension, and warned against future mistakes. I told the manager to let him know that I was pissed, but that I sympathize and hope he learned his lesson to measure twice or even three times every time from now on. I tried to put myself in his shoes. Obviously he loves animals if he is choosing veterinary medicine as a career. I know if it had been ME that made that mistake, I was be useless from that day forth. Had Effie not survived, I am not sure I would have been so charitible.

Exhaustion

Effie IS better, but progressing slowly. Of course I say "better" but I have to force feed her and give her water via syringe because she won't eat on her own. It's exhausting. She doesn't like anyone messing with her face, and giving her medicine or a syringe of water/food qualifies under that category.

I have been up since 6am trying to get her to cooperate. I need sleep.. instead I have to go to Hell... I mean work. I think I will leave early today. Screw them.

Update

Well so much for better. Now she is in the kitty hospital--for the next 3 days. She needs to be on IV because she is dehydrated, weak, won't eat at all, and the ear infection is now a middle ear infection so her equilibrium is shot. I feel that this will help her recover. She needs the IV antibiotics because orally just wasn't cutting through that mess.

My poor little girl.