With the anticipated traffic nightmare, and a very stressed out wife, my husband had the wonderful idea to take a walk this morning and speak to the Garda (local police) in our neighborhood. He told them that I had a medical appointment and asked if there was any way to bypass the marathon route. The Garda told him that if we left early enough that we should be able to get out. My husband was also told to be gone at least six hours and that we shouldn’t have a problem getting back in. We hopped in the car and several detours, one hour and twice explaining the situation to the Garda at roadblocks, we arrived at the clinic.
The drive home was LONG. Several detours, lots of traffic, and a few Garda to talk to. Fortunately neither on the way to the clinic nor on the way home did the Garda ask for ID or want to play 20 questions with us like they seemed to do with the other cars. I’m not sure if it was our dip plates or the massive amount of hormones I was emitting, but the Garda let us through and six hours after starting out we are finally home, relatively unscathed.
The RE that specializes in missing right ovaries did my scan again. She said that my lining is “brilliant” and when describing the left ovary and its 8 or 9 follicles, used the words “excellent” and “very good.” We won’t talk about the right ovary and the failure that it is.
I’m officially on the surgical schedule for egg retrieval on Thursday. All was going well until I asked if my RE would be doing the retrieval. Answer, no. I’m not thrilled with this news, however, the doctor doing the retrieval is the RE that I almost chose for our initial consult, so hopefully he will live up to his fabulous reputation. So yes, I'm now onto RE #5 in Dublin.