Sick and tired of being sick and tired

For the record, I'm taking that title from line uttered in the "Pod People" episode of MST3K, not from Anastasia's song "Sick and Tired". God I love and miss that show, and in addition, do not ask how I know lyrics to Anastasia songs. Some things are better left unsaid.

Anyway, I shall dispense of the pop culture references and carry on with the cooter talk. I'm aware things have been a bit cooter-lite lately, for which I apologise profusely. It's just that after my Dr WHYBAML appointment in mid-June, I was instructed to adapt my body to Met prior to moving onto the hard stuff. I was a bit skeptical at first, because I'm diehard and figured I could skip the pot (as in marijuana, not toilet or thing you put plants in) of the infertile world and head straight to the crack. Not so.

The past few weeks have proven to me that I am far more fragile and physically unstable than I anticipated. At first I was all, "Oh, Met schmet! 3 times a day!! Pfft...child's play!" Little did I know that the Met was staging a long-term attack and wanted to lure me into a false sense of security. Week 1 passed almost flawlessly with a few exceptions, and then a Met rebellion was staged. If I hadn't peed on a stick I'd think I was pregnant with the amount of nausea I have been experiencing, paired with the aversion to anything with a scent and pretty much all things that could be described as food. I didn't even want to eat pizza last night. 6 cheese pizza people! I would sell my husband and canary son for just one cheese, let alone 6.

A co-worker asked me today if I'd lost some weight and though I just shook my head no, in my head I was screaming, "I fucking well better have lost weight after not eating anymore than fruit and cereal bars for three weeks!" They say women with PCOS have difficulty losing weight, but it would be typical that me eating a total of 1000 calories in the last few weeks would still leave me at the same weight as the heady pre-Met days.

I got the go-ahead from Dr WHYBAML to commence with the Provera, and then the letrozole, blah de blah and blah de blah numbers 2,3 and 4. Sorry, the list of additional meds is so long I can't even remotely remember what the others are called. I am more than slightly nervous about starting the Provera as I have a very important paper due Monday and the Provera-induced ravings of a delusional infertile will not go down well with my tutor. Shit.

Do I have reason to be scared of the might of Provera? Oddly enough, despite Dr WHYBAML stating that Provera was the best period-enducer for women with PCOS, I have never been prescribed it before. How is that? I've had more periods induced than Tara Reid has venereal diseases, and let's face it, we're not in single digits here. Once again, the medical profession has outdone itself with its ineptitude. Granted, I don't really know what Dr WHYBAML means by that, but I'll go with it.

All this leads to an IUI date which will most likely fall in about three weeks' time. Hopefully I'll make it to that point without tufts of my hair missing and my marriage in shambles. I'll keep you posted.

On a lighter note, some housekeeping issues...

1) I'm listening to LL Cool J's "Around the Way Girl" on live365.com. Jealous?

2) The top search ever leading to my blog (sensitive readers stop here)

-"Cunty breath"

I don't know what to say to that. I am a bit concerned that the person that typed this proceeded to spend about a half an hour on my blog reading numerous entries. Do I really have a story that someone that is looking for that wants to hear? If so, should I be concerned? At any rate it has given The Dude and I a whole new insult for one another that we'd never thought of before.

3) I'm on the lookout for a job. I found the following description for a job that entails much more responsibility and far more money than my current one, yet you wouldn't know it based on the rather...specific and simple nature of the write-up:

"Working Conditions/Physical Demands: Whilst performing the duties of this job, employee is regularly required to sit, use hands to finger, handle, or feel; reach with hands and arms; and talk or hear. The employee is occasionally required to stand and walk. The employee must occasionally lift and/or move up to 10 pounds. Specific vision abilities required by this job include close vision, and ability to adjust focus"

Use hands to finger...huh huh.