Went into the clinic yesterday to get another blood draw to test my progesterone. Also got circles drawn on my butt in case we're going to move on to the progesterone oil.
The said if my progesterone levels was 20 or above, we could discontinue the supplements. Mine was 109. Yes, 109. Over five times what they wanted it to be! Oh, and here's a little fun fact for you. When you use the vaginal medication, it doesn't enter your blood stream. It delivers the hormone directly to your reproductive system without having it absorbed into your blood stream so that 109 I'm looking at, yeah, that's what my body is producing WITHOUT any supplements. All of the supplements I've been tolerating have been over and above that 109.
So I'll be weaning myself down over the next week simply because I don't want to surprise or shock my body at all.
But you know what? I'm kinda pissed. I contacted the clinic a long time ago and said I really hate these things, do I really need them? They didn't test my levels. I told them that it was a financial hardship so could I just get them a few days at a time until we decide if I need them or not. No, they wanted me to get the full supply. At least they were willing to give me a months worth of samples to offset the financial hardship. But now that I'm not going to need them, I can't return them! All that medication is going to go waste because they wouldn't test whether or not I actually needed a medication before insisting that I take the medication.
How many weeks worth of unnecessary medications, at $5 per dose, 3 doses per day, have I shoved into my body?
This is what I mean by I feel like I'm processed. I don't feel like the care I'm given has a damned thing to do with me or my individual body. Just so fucking indicative of everything I now hate about the clinic that was pretty awesome a year ago.
In other news, I chatted with the doctor quickly. Asked her that if I haven't bled yet, does that mean my body is reabsorbing the clot? She said if I don't bleed in about a week, that's what it would mean. So there's still a perfectly good chance I could start bleeding any time now. Lovely. I'm going to be working for an hour at a very guy heavy facility and then I'll probably be stuck in traffic for an hour or two. Guess what I think Murphy's Law is going to do to me later today.
Ultrasound in 5 days.