So this week hasn’t been the best week. Monday morning was comical and I felt like I was part of the Three Stooges. Aunt Flo decided to be a trickster and went away Sunday night and showed no sign on Monday morning so I headed off to work without any “supplies”. Wrong…so, so wrong. Thirty minutes into the work day she came back with a vengeance and it was a good thing my jeans were dark. Speaking of jeans, after I dealt with the Aunt Flo disaster, I went back to my desk. As soon as I sat down, the little metal button snap just popped right off! The metal button could be snapped back on the metal peg on the jeans, but it just wouldn’t stay. Me being the genius that I am immediately decided the best fix for this situation would be super glue…can you see where this is going? My coworker just happened to have some and instead of going to mend my pants in the restroom I just decide to superglue the button back on right there at my desk. I held the button in place for a good ten seconds and then I buttoned my pants, sat down and got back to work.
All is well in the world for the next 30 or so minutes until I had a weird feeling and went to go check on Aunt Flo. Guess what I discovered? You guessed right! I superglued myself INTO my pants. So now, it is before 9am on a Monday morning with a fierce, heavy, unexpected Aunt Flo and I now have no access to handle the situation because I am stuck in my pants…I made my way back to my desk and hung my head in shame. I looked at my boss and explained the situation in the most professional way possible. I was met with hysterical laughter, but also compassion. It’s not every day your boss willingly offers to cut you out of your pants. While I was grateful for the offer, I decided since I didn’t have another pair of pants on hand that it would be best to go home to rectify the situation. After that, the rest of the day was uneventful.
As the days of the week have gone by I noticed that I have been more on edge and highly irritable. Many things that don’t usually bother me have sent me into fits of rage. I think it’s the birth control that I started on Sunday. Luckily Aunt Flo did finally decide to leave by Tuesday. But even acupuncture on Wednesday didn’t make me feel better. Last week I was so calm and serene when I left and this week I was still crabby and impatient.
So that brings us to today. I woke up and my booty was very itchy on either side where I was getting the progesterone in oil shots. I looked in the mirror and noticed I had developed raised red welts and hives exactly where the shots had been given. They got worse through out the day and I had Chris take a closer look when he got home. It isn’t the easiest thing to try and inspect your muffin top in a vanity mirror. He confirmed the welts and hives and I decided to call the doctor. I had heard of women having allergic reactions to PIO because of the oil, but I figured if I was allergic I would have known by now right? Apparently not. The doctor said that delayed reaction isn’t all that uncommon and I was having an allergic reaction to the sesame seed oil. Reminder: I have not had a PIO shot in 11 days. So this is really strange to me, but I trust the doctor. He told me to take round the clock Benadryl (starting with 100mg…which is 4 pills…FOUR pills) and to call back if I have a fever or the rash feels warm because I might have an infection or cellulitis and need antibiotics. Moving forward for the next cycle we will either use progesterone suspended in a different oil (such as olive oil or cotton seed oil) or use Crinone.