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| I HAD NO IDEA THIS WAS GOING TO BE THE MUST HAVE ACCESSORY FOR 8 WEEKS |
We finally had the finances sorted, had been doing our best to get super fit & healthy and were so very excited to begin IVF/ICSI & on the road to having our family.
We excitedly arrived at the clinic to pick up our medications which you begin on day 1 of your period. It was a medication called Synarel which is a nasal spray & a shot each evening. (I have had a terrible phobia of needles but over the years became better with them, even got 2 tattoos to help overcome the fear). H feeling bad that I was the one that had to physically go through this wanted to do as much as humanly possible & his first job was being the needle giver as I just couldn't inject myself due to shaking.
So I sniffed & jabbed for 6 days & felt slightly off due to the hormones but never mind as it would all be worth it & we were both so excited to be starting something that could grant us our dream.
In the early hours of day 6, a Saturday morning I woke up to go to the bathroom & decided to go to the kitchen & get a drink of water. I felt fine. The next thing I remember was waking up on the kitchen floor with my right leg in agony & H yelling out "are you OK?" "Ummm I don't know" was my reply. I decided to stand up but the pain was unbearable & I fell straight back on the floor. We were visiting my parents that day who live a few hours away & we were doing IVF so this just had to be a sprain or maybe some type of dislocation right??
H helped me to the couch & I kept passing out with the pain. Having a very steep entrance to our house & not sure what to do H called the ambulance who arrived quickly. I remember sitting on a chair & going in & out of consciousness as they asked me various questions. They decided emergency was the best place for me and got me out to the ambulance giving me a brilliant whistle you suck on for pain in the mean time.
OK I was not alarmed yet although in pain & passing out regularly. I was wheeled off for x rays but knew the Dr was just going to come & do some magic click & my ankle would go into place & I would be on with my day. The X ray came back telling me I had actually broken my ankle, I must have fallen funny when I fainted. (OK slight panic now as the thought of wearing cast for 8 weeks of so freaked me a little as I don't like being constrained & have never had to wear one). I didn't have to worry about that though as the Dr then explained the orthopaedic surgeon was on his way down?! Ummmm WHY ??? It was explained I had broken my ankle in such a way it would require surgery.
Great, no quick click & fix, no visit to the family & now surgery. The surgeon was lovely and explained I would not a plate & pins (not knowing anything about this I thought he meant those pins that stick out through the skin - they are actually called halos) no he explained it would not be that. The morphine was wearing off & I was nervous to be going under for unexpected surgery but first & foremost on my mind was IVF. I told H that when he went back home to pack my bags to make sure & bring back all the IVF medication so I didn't miss a day & screw it up (little did I know then what IVF exactly entailed !!)
Surgery was a few hours & the rest of Saturday was a foggy drugged haze, Sunday I was in a lot of pain and very concerned about the fact that my first IVF cycle scan was booked for the next day. The surgeon came to see me Monday morning to fit one of those awful boots & I explained to him about IVF & that I need to leave hospital for a few hours to see my specialist & have a scan. Could he arrange a wheelchair? He politely told me he did not want me going anywhere. Bugger that I thought!!
H called the fertility Dr's rooms and asked if they has wheelchair access to which the reply was 'what is going on?' the phone was handed to me & I told Dr J what had transpired over the weekend but I was fine & as long as I could get into her building in a wheelchair I would be there for my scan. She laughed at me in a very sweet way & explained that I would not be able to complete this IVF cycle & to cease medication. She explained that due to the surgery involved with egg pick up etc... it wouldn't be safe to operate on me & that I would need to fully recover from the broken ankle THEN start again.
The pain of hearing that this much anticipate first cycle of IVF was cancelled due to a stupid faint was more devastating to me than the situation & pain I was in with my ankle & was depressed for several days due to this.
So I ened up spending 7 days in hospital then the next 8 weeks in bed off my ankle so it would heal quickly, on the 8th week I had to have another minor surgery on it to do something to some of the pins. I did appreciate the use of my legs more than I ever had before as not being able to go anywhere unless I was in a wheelchair was very frustrating & it's really true what they say that you don't understand what someone deals with till you walk a mile in their shoes. I was bought up well & have always been considerate to the disabled & opened doors etc.... but after my short stint in a wheelchair it made me even more aware.
8 Weeks up I was ready to start again....... maybe I should have seen the broken ankle as a bad omen of things to come.....................
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