For an update that is. Well, as I mentioned earlier we have spoken with an immunologist. (Hooray!!) Some of the tests had to be done on day 3 of my cycle. With my ‘regularity’ I didn’t have a clue as when that would be. Sure enough, it came at a crazy time.
It was a beautiful June Thursday and we were driving out of state for my niece’s baby blessing. About 1/4 of the way there…guess who decided to show up! Our options:
1. Turn around and go home.
2. Continue on, and drive back the next day to be home in time to get my blood work done.
3. Fly home after arriving.
Well #1 was out of the picture because I Really wanted to see my new niece (the one and only) not to mention the rest of my family. We were down to options #2 & 3. We would figure out what to do once we got there. The drive continued. The closest location to get this blood work completed was 6 hours in the opposite direction of home 😳…or back at home another 13 hours. So I did something crazy.
Thursday: We drove all day, got there in the evening and visited family. Then drove another hour up and back to see my niece.
Friday: Busy hanging out with family, then flew back home Friday night. (Thanks mom, I love you!) My in laws picked me up late late that night, and took me to their house. (Bless their hearts!)
Saturday: Needed to fast for some of the tests. Had to drive about 25-30 minutes to get 7 vials of blood sucked outta me. Of course I was starvin marvin, so we stopped at the glorious In N Out! Then over an hour to the airport. Arrived back outta state to the family gathering in the afternoon, got all dressed up for my parents Christmas family pics, and then it was night time!
Crazy, I know!!
It gets better.
One day after we got home from visiting my niece and family we left for another vacation. I did need to get additional testing done, however we were still waiting for the blood shipping container to arrive. So this round would have to wait till we made it back home.
We had a blast in Washington. We shot off some HUGE, HUGE fireworks, went boating, wake boarding, and the real excitement came from my very first backpacking trip. Ever. (Keep that tidbit in mind.) Long story short…two day trip hiking up Mt. St. Adams (over 13,000 feet!) made it to the summit (boo-yah!), and looked DOWN on Mt. St. Helens (crazy, crazy). It was all going great until we started glaciating back down about 50-100 feet too early. Which inadvertently led us to going down the WRONG side of the mountain.
Yah. Let’s just say that sliding uncontrollably on your butt/back/belly for 2,700 feet (yes that’s the equivalent to falling 270 stories!), then having to hike an additional 3 snowy/icy/loose rock ridges in 4.5 hours with little to no water (keep in mind we just climbed over 13,000 feet- and I live at sea level) had my life flashing numerous times before my eyes. Not to mention the complete and utter exhaustion. I’d go into detail but this is a fertility blog, not an ‘I thought I was going to die, but survived’ blog. Anyways…we survived!
And let me tell you….you want to have a closer bond with your significant other…live on the edge and get completely lost on a mountain and work together to get to safety!
So we flew back home after this adventure and the next day I went in to get my blood drawn…15 vials! (And the hubby like 3-4). Well, I probably should’ve waited a little longer for my body to recuperate from our eventful vacay…
I normally can not look when my blood is drawn. It just gives me the heebie jeebies. Well I was sitting there for so dang long, I looked down, made conversation with the nurse, and all was good. Until vial 11 when my blood flow started slowing down.
I started to feel clammy and light headed. I was sitting in the chair and the nurse told me to put my head down. I still just didn’t feel good. I remember thinking of calling out to my husband who was sitting in front of me, but then thinking there’s nothing he could do. And that was it.
I blacked out.
My husband caught me so I didn’t fall out of the chair, and the nurse kept taking blood so she wouldn’t have to poke me in the other arm. Help was called, and they needed to use the ammonia salt to wake me up. I remembered opening my eyes, was able to make out my husband’s blurry face, and two other blurry women. Then all went black, again. They used that ammonia salt stuff another time, then I was awake…and my arm was already bandaged and the remaining vials were full.
I couldn’t stand up for awhile. A nurse gave me her granola bar she had in her desk, and they gave me crackers and juice to nibble on. I was able to force down a smidgen of food. Once I had enough energy to get lifted up and stand with assistance, they had me lay down for about an hour.
Which ended up working out since one of the vials needed to sit for 15 minutes, then get centrifuged for 45 min at a certain rpm, and serum removed.
On the way home we dropped off the ever so valuable blood and shipped it off in its special container! Needless to say I pretty much slept and relaxed the next two days…
And that’s my blood work story! More updates next!
❤ I hope all is going well with you, and you are one step closer to your dreams! ❤