Showing posts with label cycle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cycle. Show all posts

Friday, 5 August 2016

He broke my bike ;-((

GO had an idea, seize the day and all that.  We'd get a bike and go for a ride along the Blackpool sea front.  I had my bike so all we needed was to borrow on from the Finlaw.  First problem, we couldn't get my bike out of the cellar.  GO decided that what we needed to do was just unscrew the handle bars.  Two hours later, after being unable to reattach them I called a local bike repair shop who talked me through how to fix it, it didn't work. My bike is now back in the cellar waiting for someone to come along and fix it, when I can afford it that is.

Friday, 1 November 2013

And here we go...

It was decided that we start a cycle of the drug Clomid which is supposed to stimulate ovulation.  The side affects of it though, and increase in cyst on your ovaries meant I would need to be closely monitored, we began by forcing a bleed with progesteron and then on day one of my cycle I would I would take Clomid to stimulate the ovaries to release an egg, and call the hospital to book my scan. 
 
And so began a seven month cycle of Clomid, metformin and scans.  In my opinion the scans were taken too early, they were at around day 7 which in a 'normal' cycle of 27 days would be the perfect time, but for me who has now got a cycle that is averaging about 35-40 days it was too early and only once did we seen signs of a follicle.  That was due to the fact that I had 'late' scan.
 
During all of this I was having some issues at work, I teach in a little village school, every school and every teacher in the country at the moment is having issues.  My issues were becoming all consuming and I had gone from a confident, good teacher to a shell of my former self, and someone who just didn't have the love for it anymore.  It was a case of 'you're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't' So I began not to bother. 
 
It was during a scan that I unloaded all of this pressure onto my fantastic nurse Julia, and the first thing she told me was that stress is a major inhibitor to fertility and that I should seriously think about either changing jobs or reducing my hours.


For the love of a Ginger One

You are the best friend I have ever had, you have seen me at my best and my worst and you are still here.  You are a wonderful,...