Late yesterday, I started having really bad heart burn. By bed time, it was nausea and I tried to sleep it off, but my legs were aching, and every time I moved to try to get comfortable, I felt like I was going to hurl. I played this game until 3 AM when I actually did hurl and went back to bed. But I still couldn’t get comfortable!

I tossed and turned until 6:30 AM when I took my temperature. I had thought the night before I might be getting a fever, and then with the acheyness and tossing and turning, I’d better check. Yup. 100.2. Nice.

I started to panic a bit, as I am post-op right now, and a fever post-operation is usually the first sign of infection. Yay. I stumbled downstairs to find my IVF paperwork and it said if you have a fever after the egg retrieval to call the office. The problem? There’s no way to reach my RE on the weekend. This was my biggest complaint last time around, was that after hours, you’re pretty much on your own. The nurse, we’ll call her “C”, had told me last IVF that the RE feels that if it’s an after-hours emergency, the patient will call go to the emergency room. Not exactly a philosophy I care for, mind you. However, last time, after telling me this, C gave me her cell phone number and said I could call her if I needed to and even through the RE didn’t like her giving out her cell number, she didn’t care.

I searched for that cell number frantically this morning but couldn’t find it. Then I decided to call my regular OB. As (bad) luck would have it, his office is on spring break and won’t be back until April 9th. UGH!

By this point, I was getting scared. Things I have read online say to watch for signs of post-op infection such as fever, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea… and by this point, I had diarrhea, too. Great.

To add to the stress, my mom is arriving today. She’s flown here from the east coast to care for Calista while I am on post-transfer bed rest. We had about an hour before we had to leave the house to make the 2 hour trek to the airport and I was panicking.

I started looking for C’s phone number again and this time, I found it. I had written a friend’s number on the scrap of paper as well, and luckily, that friend’s number is what I was actually saving, but there it was — C’s number, too. I called poor C at 7 AM on Sunday morning half in tears about the whole thing and she assured me that I have… the flu.

I JUST had the flu not 3 weeks ago! Can’t a girl get a break?

Skip and Calista headed down to get my mom, who I haven’t seen in a year, and I had to stay home on the couch. We don’t even have any Tylenol (the only thing I can take for the fever/aches/pains during IVF) so I have been trying to sleep it off on the couch. I still have the dang fever, but I do feel a little better than I did this morning. I think that the panic wasn’t helping me earlier.

The only good thing I have found in this situation is that our current IVF just seems to be one disaster after another. The last time, I had so many positive “signs” it would work that there might as well have been fluffy pink bunnies circling me, throwing spring flowers at my feet. Perhaps one disaster after another is the TRUE sign that this will work. Heh. I can only hope.

Going to throw myself back on the couch now. The worst part is when I have a fever, I like nothing more than a bath to relieve the aching muscles. I can’t even have a bath during this part of the IVF. Go figure.

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