For those who have been through an IVF or FET cycle, or 5, you know that there’s an insane amount of blood work. Both of the clinics I’ve been with do ultrasounds and blood work every other day while cycling. When I first started all of this, oh, 4 ½ years ago, my veins were fine, seriously, one of my best physical characteristics. In fact the physicians I used to work with often joked that I better wear long sleeves during medical school, because everyone would want to practice on me. I had GREAT veins. Now, not so much.
Dr. Fabulous was going to take blood this morning, but changed her mind when I told her that I was due for an intralipid infusion as well (both of my arms are bruised and she wasn’t sure a nurse would be able to start the IV later, if she took blood first). She walked me down to the intralipid infusion area and started the paperwork. A nurse soon arrived and started the IV process. She did a great job, considering what she had to work with, and eventually was able to get enough of the cannula inserted to take blood and start the IV. I just hate being *that* patient. I used to be, and want to be, the easy patient, the patient who’s easy to start IVs on, whose veins jump out screaming “use me, use me.” Today was by far the slowest infusion I’ve had. I’m not sure if it was just bad luck, scar tissue, or what, but it took forever. Sigh. I wonder if anyone’s ever had a PICC line done for an IVF cycle. Kidding, sort of.