It’s my med’s in a box!

box 'o meds

now that's a lot of medication!

At work yesterday, I got a call from the receptionist letting me know I have a very large package at the front. Hmmm, I was wondering what it could be, then it dawned on me….my box ‘o meds. I remember my insurance company calling to confirm the list of medications and asking me where I would like them shipped however
 
A. I was not expecting them this soon
B. I was expecting a cute little package and this box was huge, massive, ginormous, and weighed a ton!
 
Knowing full well I could not carry that myself (or if you must know I was just too lazy) I called our office maintenance person and asked him to please drop the box off at my desk. I swear it was so big I was convinced the nice lady at the insurance company felt bad for me and decided to send a whole baby instead. Quite frankly that would have been much easier. It was quite embarrassing though because the box had a label stating it was medication and needed to be refrigerated. And I am supposed to explain that how? I went through different scenarios like, a friend of a friend’s cousin is in the Peace Corps helping children in Africa and I offered to ship the meds she needs. Or, I found a penguin on the internet for only $20 and they just have to keep him cool while he is in the box. Neither of those seemed plausible so when the maintenance person gave me the, “what the hell is in that box” look, I just shrugged my shoulders and pretended it was a surprise. So much for discreet.
 
On my way home I made sure to call DH so he was outside waiting for me to carry the monstrosity of a box inside. He could not believe it was all medication and when I started unpacking the box, one package at a time, he looked horrified. A sheer look of panic set in his face, almost to say, “I hope you don’t think I am going to be giving you all those shots everyday”, without actually saying that of course. (I would like to add not because DH is mean and heartless, just because he has a crazy fear of needles and his hands shake. Trust me, I want him doing it less then he does!) I believe it was then he truly felt sorry for me and understood what I am about to endure.
 
I will admit, I am totally nervous. I heard from a woman on a forum I frequent that she likes to put an ice-cube on the area for a bit before the injection to numb it. It makes sense and I probably would not have thought of that, which is why I love the ttc forums. You get such great advice and commradere that you just can’t get from friends, family, or neighbors. Even though I don’t really know these people, I feel like we all share a bond of understanding that goes way beyond the computer.
 
Anyway, it took a good 15 minutes of unpacking and reading directions after which we then proceed to clean out the fridge so my new goodies could have their own shelf. We had no idea how much room we would need for all the meds. We also made a nice area in the kitchen for all the non perishable medication. As we were cleaning the thought of explaining to our future child that this whole process started out with the baby making items next to the salad was unnerving me. Maybe this will be a pre cursor for our child to like veggies
 
Either way, we are willing to do whatever it takes to conceive the baby of our dreams, even if that means I have to turn myself into the human equivalent of a pin cushion.

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2 responses

  1. Wowzers! That is a huge box-o-meds! Good luck with the injections, they really aren’t that bad. The injections with only a bit of liquid are easiest to do (with a pen), it’s the larger ones (O-inducing meds) that I find harder. The needle is bigger and longer and there is more liquid, causing more sting factor. But it really isn’t so bad.

    • Thanks for the FYI Heather. Tomorrow is my first injection (Lupron) and then I’ll start the others first week of Sept. I’m not looking forward to mixing the meds but hopefully I’ll get the hang of it. If only we had full time injection nurses right? Haha!

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