there's a first time for everything

Today was a day of firsts.  It was my first time seeing a female inmate escorted into the hospital in chains, it was my first time being hit on in the elevator at my fertility clinic, and it was my first time trying out this whole acupuncture thing.  Yes, you read that correctly.  I was actually hit on.  In the elevator.  At my fertility clinic.

I had an appointment this morning at my fertility clinic, which happens to be in the same building where other patients are treated for other non-fertility related problems.  As I parked my car in the ramp, I noticed two people (not sure if they were medical staff or prison guards) escorting a woman inside who was wearing grey sweatpants and a grey sweatshirt...and chains around her legs and arms.  'Well, that's an intersting start to my day!  Probably an interesting start for her too.'

During my Dr. appointment, I had the standard estradiol blood draw.  The lab tech I've had at each of my appointments has been terrible.  She's a nice enough person but it's more like she is stabbing my arm rather than pricking it, and it's the most painful needle 'prick' I've ever had out of all the blood draws I've ever had.  And believe me, I've had a lot of blood draws in my life.

Unfortunately, today was (almost) no different - STAB arm, draw blood, bandage arm, done with appointment, leave Dr.'s office, head to car - except for the 'head to car' part.  That was different.  As I was taking the elevator down to the first level where my car was parked, I noticed my bandage was soaked through with blood.  In like two minutes.  I couldn't stop the elevator in time so it went all the way down to the first floor.  I didn't get out but instead pushed the button to head back up to the fourth floor to ask for a fresh bandage (and show the tech what a miserable job she did).

When the elevator doors opened on the first floor, a man walked in to take it up to the second floor.  'Really?  You can't walk up one flight of stairs?'  Apparently not.  Completely unprompted, he proceeded to tell me his name (Will) and that he had been in a car accident and was there to see a doctor about his 'injuries.'  He then asked me if I had ever been in a car accident.  I said yes but that I only had whiplash from it.  Then he asked me how much money I got from the accident.  'Um, what?  I didn't sue anyone, and it's been over 10 years.'  He seemed disappointed by my answer, but kept talking anyway.  In my head I was saying 'OMG, get me off this elevator!'  He then told me what great shape I am in and that I must have been like 13 when I was in my car accident.  'Yeah, that's right, I was driving when I was 13 and now I'm only 23.'  At this point I was doing my best to flash my wedding ring at him.  He either didn't care or was too busy talking to notice.

The slow-as-molasses elevator finally stopped on his floor and he continued talking until the doors shut.  But he did manage to squeeze in 'Do you work here?  Can I get your number?'  I know he saw the bandage on my arm and yet he's asking me if I work here??  Yeah.  I pretended not to hear him as the elevator door closed on his humorous attempt to hit on me.  I laughed to myself the rest of the morning, and even more so when I told DH what had happened.  'Seriously?  He hit on me after I had just seen my doctor in my quest to make a baby?  Bwahahahahaha!!!!'

Back to the lab tech.  After Will exited the elevator, it took me to the fourth floor where the tech looked at my arm and asked 'Did you apply pressure?'  'Of course I applied pressure you nitwit!  You do this to me every time!'  Okay, so maybe I didn't say that.  As usual, I was much more polite.  'Yes, I applied pressure.'  She rebandaged me and sent me on my way.

Later in the day I had an appointment with my chiropractor, who I see regularly for adjustments, only this time it was for acupuncture.  I have never done acupuncture before, and I know the research on how it affects fertility is inconclusive, but what the heck.  My hope is that it will help us see a BFP on our next POAS test.

My appointment was rather uneventful, except for the pregnant nurse who brought me back to the room.  How ironic.  I was there for acupuncture for infertility and she knew this and here she is with her big pregnant belly adjusting the needles in my abdomen.  Surprisingly, I didn't feel any anger or resentment or anything negative toward her.  I actually got the feeling that she felt more awkward about the situation than I did because she neglected to twist about half of the needles protruding from my body (there were only about 20 total).

I return for another acupuncture treatment on Friday, so it will no longer be a first.  I have another Dr. appointment that day too; I'm hoping that being hit on in the elevator at my fertility clinic won't be a repeat occurrence (or seeing an inmate brought in wearing chains - I would be ok with not seeing that again either).