(LONG self-indulgent post.)
Stella (11-year old dog) is now supposed to be getting B12, initially 6 sub-q shots on Saturdays since I took her in on a Saturday. I forgot yesterday, so I did it today. No biggie. Filling the syringe, finding a spot, finding makeshift sharps container. I was a pro. I mean, she's skinny, so finding a spot was hard, but the whole ritual.
I was just telling a friend about it. The sub-q and the intramuscular, and the pills for this and the shots for that and that and that...just to TTC.
then still shots and stuff once I got pg.
We got used to having med bottle caps and syringe boxes and sharps containers, alcohol swabs, some just around, some neatly stashed. I used to bring my lovenox to school in my backpack when I was pg. When we were trying once I had to do a shot in the airport bathroom.
I completely forgot yesterday. I had even been kvetching about the dozen things I have to do for Stella and Hazel (one of the cats)...totally forgot. Not a big deal for her medically, esp since she's way better than a week ago.
It wasn't on the calendar, and though nothing else is, it was in a paper bag, easily neglected.
I had forgotten all the steps it took, all the pills and the shots and creams and all the appointments and the internal ultrasounds and being told when to have sex. I mean, I remembered, but it was kind of a blur.
9 cycles over almost 2 years. (Some of them almost worked!)
Then 4 more.
I'd forgotten how much work it was. 9 cycles. And a few years later, 4 times more. And here I am. Where I am.
I just hadn't thought about it in a long time.