So, I really didn't think that I was having any side effects from the medicine on the emotional side of things...yes, the headaches are a pain, but I thought I was holding it together pretty well. That is until I had to start figuring out how much medicine I had left and how much I should order.
When I got home yesterday, I was expecting to see a box of meds. I thought that the clinic had already ordered them, so I was all ready to unload a fresh set of vials, needles, and sodium chloride. Well, they weren't there. So, I went upstairs to see what I had left and deducted that I had enough to get me through the weekend if they didn't come. There were 3 vials and one box left in the drawer...that gets me through Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Well, I'm not really good at that stuff , so I called Bill (at work) to see if we were on the same page as far as counting how many vials we had left.
Here's how the conversation went:
Me: Hey! Should I call the pharmacy to see when the medicine will get here?
Bill: Yes, you don't have enough Menopur to get through the weekend on the new doses.
Me: Yes, I do...there are 8 vials left and I'm only using two a day. Two for tonight, two for Saturday, and two for Sunday...I'll be fine.
Bill: No, you won't, you only have 3 vials left. Call the pharmacy.
Me (starting to get agitated): Bill, I have 3 vials and one whole box left! That's enough!
Bill: That box is empty.
Me: Why the f*** would you put an empty box back into the drawer?
Bill: I was sick of you telling me which garbage can to use for the boxes, so I left it in there. I knew how many you had, so what's the big deal?
Me: WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL? THE BIG DEAL IS THAT I NEED TO KNOW HOW MANY VIALS WE HAVE LEFT SO THAT I CAN TELL THE PHARMACY HOW MUCH WE NEED. WHO THE F*** PUTS AN EMPTY BOX BACK INTO THE DRAWER??? THIS DRAWER??? THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT DRAWER IN THE HOUSE AND YOU'RE GOING TO SCREW AROUND B/C YOU DON'T LIKE MY GARBAGE RULES??? DON'T SCREW AROUND WITH THIS DRAWER! I NEED TO KNOW THE NUMBERS AND WHEN YOU MISLEAD ME WITH EMPTY BOXES, I GET ALL F***ED UP! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???
Bill: laughing his ass off on the other side of the phone for the entire rant.
Me: Okay, I'll call the pharmacy.
So, we got another 8 boxes of Bravelle this morning and 4 more of Menopur...we are starting to look like a heroin shooting gallery.
But seriously? Who puts big boxes into those crappy little garbage cans that you use in your bedrooms and bathrooms? They get all clogged up and it's almost impossible to empty without sticking your hand in there with all of the other gross garbage...he's unbelievable...he puts dry cleaner hangers into the cans that have a diameter of 5 inches...how does that work? He's an engineer!!! Doesn't he see that it won't work? I'm just kidding...for all of the stuff that he helps me with, encourages me with, and loves me for, I can't complain...I say that, but I do complain. The irony is killing me!