Hello my lovely hags. I'm so sorry, I didn't want to worry you.
I'm ok but have had a pretty awful day. Had a very upsetting text from my mother last night, so slept very poorly. Was worrying about everything, not least the weather. The storm got worse and worse and the drive to the hospital goes through a wooded valley which is often shut because of fallen trees and flooding. Well it has been this winter anyway. In the morning I woke up and found another text which was so awful it upset me greatly and got me all of a dither and a flap. I'd packed my bag the night before, but needed to put something in/take something out (can't remember which) and the consent forms tipped out of my bag and I didn't notice, so went without them. This was the one thing which they'd told me to take, or you couldn't have the EC. Before we went MrH said we needed to nip into town to see how the flooding was, and the damage is quite bad after the high tide and storm surge. Luckily all our property seems ok, but the forecast is very bad for tomorrow night, which is worrying. We're also very concerned that the move isn't moving along - we need to exchange by this Friday and the vendor seems to have gone AWOL.
Anyway I drove, despite feeling so hungry and thirsty, and the weather was so unbelievably awful, but at least it gave me something to do. When we got there I found I'd left the forms and had a panic attack and a total meltdown. They found me crying and panicking in a corridor so had to put me in a bed. They were very lovely but didn't know quite what to do. They phoned my home clinic, who faxed through the relevant forms. It took a while as there were so many. They must have thought I was a total fucking moron. Stress does turn me into an imbecile to be fair. Maybe mother has a point about me being stupid.
The consultant was quite impatient and kept telling me I HAD to calm down. I was trying my best, deep breathing, closed eyes and so on. MrH went off to produce the sample. It was all much scarier at this clinic than it sounds like it was at yours. They insisted on no clothes - backless gown, had to walk into theatre. They did all the prep while I was still wide awake - legs up, being cleaned (yuck). Oh and there were three attempts to get a cannula into my arm. I told her that they'd never find a vein on my left arm, but they did it anyway. Didn't work, so they did it my hand. Fuck that hurt. That didn't work either. The third time they tried the vein I told them to do the first time. Finally the sedation kicked in. I was listening to my CD and don't remember anything after Bach :). They got six eggs out anyway.
Afterwards they told us that MrH's sample, far from being as wonderful as we had always been told us, is actually pretty poor - 4% motility, so they will have to do ICSI. The embryologist kept asking us whether that was ok and did we object, which got me thinking that there was more to this than I thought there was. They will call tomorrow with how many fertilised.
All in all a total fucker of a day. I came back and pretty much passed out and am only now back up. Sorry if I worried you xxx