See? This is why I love you guys! I don’t show for a month (nearly) and you still stop by to say “hi”. You’re lucky I’m on stims now, or there’d be a whole lot of mascara everywhere! :0)
So, where do I begin. There is so much to say and my mind is so blank. Well, firstly, let me start by saying that Lucrin (Lupron) seems to get WORSE with each passing cycle (even though this is only round 2!). My moods were decidedly low, and yes, a little psychotic in places… I cried about 3 times (in one week) – once in the toilets at work! I hated my job and wanted to leave the country… And then I started stims… and life was worth living again. Just about. The other thing is that the Hoff went away for 2 days on a team build, and I had to mix my own drugs! By the end of the first one, I was nauseous and sweating, and by the second I was shooting ’em up like I’d been doing it all my life. (Right!) I am going in for a scan on Monday to check out the follies, and then we’ll see from there. I am feeling very positive (now that the Lucrin has been silenced somewhat). Watch this space…
In other big news, we are finally living in darkest Africa. Literally. Our government has overlooked the fact that our really fast growing economy may need some additional infrastructure, including more electricity. So now we are “over-using” by 2500MW per day, and they have to cut down by doing what they call “load-shedding” Every day, at a(roughly) scheduled time, our lights go off. For about 3-4 hours. First at work, then at home. No lights, TV, food, NOTHING. Just oursleves and the dark. What this means is that I lose about 3 – 4 hours of productive work time every day, and then go home and sit in the dark, losing about 2-3 hours of prime TV / blogging time! Traffic time has doubled because none of the traffic lights work in the affected areas. (Johannesburg’s traffic has been likened to that of New York or London on a good day when the lights are working!) It is heinous, people, and there is sweet nothing to be done about it. I was thinking,
“How the hell are we meant to have kids in these conditions?”
and, “What do other people with kids do?”
“How can you keep kids entertained, fed, warm, safe, etc. in the DARK?”
More importantly, “Will my embryo’s be safe in the lab when the darkness descends? Can I sue if they are not?”
(Sidenote: Suing hasn’t really caught on in this country, but I think that may be about to change, along with our National Anthem, which will now start, “Hello darkness my old friend”!)
So the Hoff and I went out and bought a petrol generator. This thing is loud enough to wake the dead, and only has enough juice to keep the telly, a light or two, and the kettle going. Nevertheless… it is a (very loud) means to an end.
And that is my bizarre, but very true story.