It was 8pm on Friday night. Time for my first injection of Puregon, the follicle stimulating hormone. I was sitting in the car, in a petrol station in a dingy town. People mingled outside. My husband awkwardly circled the car with our son, waiting for me to let him back in so that we could continue our three hour drive to our weekend destination. It was about as unglamorous as it gets.
I was anxious. Could I remember how to do this? Which way did the capsule go into the injecting pen? Shit. The light in the car was barely strong enough. The brochure sat on my lap. OK, the capsule was in and now I had to dial up the dose to 200. I put the needle on and squinted to see whether a droplet formed at the tip. Holding my tummy I injected the needle, I realised that my hand was shaking slightly. I slowly pulled the needle out again and then, SHIT! A massive geyser of blood started shooting out of the injection site. What the?! This had never happened to me before. I had nothing to stop the bleeding so I just used my hand. My husband and son peered in the window and I tried to shoo them away whilst also demanding a tissue, or something, to try clean myself up. What a disaster!
I wondered whether the blood would have pushed the medicine back out again, so I called the clinic and left a message. Thankfully the bleeding stopped quickly and all I was left with was a bruise, a worried looking husband and questions from my son about what had happened. The next day a sympathetic nurse rang me and we had a good laugh about the previous night’s episode, apparently everything would be OK and I’d probably just hit a blood vessel. I joked that I was worried I’d hit my liver or worse, but she reassured me that the needles are only long enough to fit under your fat layer.
So that begin my latest egg collection cycle. It was largely uneventful save for a few hormone infused arguments with my poor husband, and one night where I was watching Stranger Things on the telly and totally forgot to inject myself. Thankfully I was only an hour late. I felt awful though, how could I be so careless about something so important?!