This week has sucked.
Let me recap what all happened. I started a new cycle, and AF is kicking my ass. I caught a terrible cold. My precious beloved kitty died in my arms, after 12 wonderful years together. Last night at work will henceforth be known as the night from HELL; security alarms were going off, we had a tornado warning so I had to deal with that in the shelter (yeah, a few days ago we had 9 inches of snow, last night we had a horrible thunderstorm), my basement at home flooded, so did our street. Thankfully the flooding went down, and we almost had a reprieve. But we were late to our appointment for a CD3 baseline.
My CD3 baseline. You ever watch a car wreck in slow motion? Imagine that. There was a moment in the air, something thick hanging in the silence, my doctor said, "S-... Noooooo!" Yes. I knew something like this would happen. I get offered enough meds for a free cycle, you bet I'm going to end up having a cyst the size of my ovary. No joke, it is as big as my entire left ovary.
I've attracted SUPER EPIC FAIL this week. Hahahahahahahahahaha... no, seriously.
I feel very overwhelmed. I am physically feeling like crap because of my cold, and cramps from AF. And emotionally, I am heartbroken. And now, I'm just... BLLLAAAHHHH. Like, this just figures. I should have known.
I suppose there are some good points; I did get free meds for next cycle. Perhaps it's better to wait a month before the injects, it will give me time to get over my cold and loose a few more pounds. But MAN. Everything has just came at me at once, and some things there really isn't a positive in them. My cat. My night at work last night. (*sigh*)
I know perfectly well that things could be a lot worse. But when everything comes at you all at once, it's very overwhelming and hard to cope with. A lot of things went wrong, very fast, in a very short amount of time. I am exhausted and overwhelmed.
I'm going to sleep now.
Will start birth control pills in a few days to get rid of Mr. BigOle' Cysty.