I had over an hour at the clinic this morning. First the scan, which showed
- Left: 14, 14, 13, 13, 4<10
- Right: 19, 18, 16, 13, 13, 4<10
- Lining: 10.
So not bad. Heading in the right direction, roughly a mm a day. Which is a bit slow but at least they are doing something.
Contrast in doctors' personal styles was observed. The nice doc from last weekend saw me in passing, and said 'Hello Mrs [realname], how are you?' Five minutes later, the doc I saw on Wednesday was the one who called my name for the scan. He called me then went and fiddled with paperwork for a while. Then called me again, while looking straight at me. Then when I pointed out I was standing and waiting he ushered me into the scan room and introduced himself. Which is ok, I guess, better than not doing so if he's not sure he's met me before. But let's just call him Dr Memory for the sake of it, yes?
The whole memory thing was borne out when he ushered me out of the clinic straight after the scan, without remembering to ask I needed more meds. Which I do. Luckily I remembered before I got to the bus stop, so I came back, had to wait around to get someone to give me a prescription, then wait around to get it filled. Luckily in that process I thought to ask if I could do a blood test that Dr Candour has ordered to try and get underneath my blood panel results at the clinic rather than going into town to a specialist lab. They agreed to do it and that saved me a trip, although it did cost me yet another nasty bruise on my arm. Which doesn't look good in short sleeves.
Dr Memory left it til 1635 to call me with my instructions for the weekend, which was leaving it a bit late given they close at 1700. The call came 5 minutes after I left a polite but slightly stroppy message, so I do wonder if my paperwork had fallen on the floor somewhere. Anyway, they want me to come in for a scan on Sunday morning. This is not good, as H and I are going away this weekend, without Pob for the first time. A friend is having a rather swanky 40th birthday party at a hotel in the deepest darkest countryside, and we thought we'd have a little jaunt and leave Pob with my mum. Which will be somewhat less fun if we have to get up at 6am on Sunday morning to drive back into town for a scan. I asked if I could come tomorrow, Saturday, instead, just in case that way we can avoid the Sunday scan, and Dr Memory acquiesced. So let's hope they're all clearly growing tomorrow morning - let's say 21, 20, 18 and a bunch of 17s, and then we'll be able to trigger Sunday night and get on with this.
Although to be honest, retrieval on Tuesday and transfer on Thursday will totally bugger up my work week. But that was always going to happen, yes?