Yesterday provided a perfect example of the dangers of big clinics. I got home, did some work, popped my first pill in the afternoon and then thought, “That looks weird”. Looked at the pill packaging and my receipt, and sure enough- the secretary gave me fe.mara, not pro.vera. Damn.
So went back to the clinic this morning (a 90 minute round trip that I really did not need) and proceeded to have an argument with the secretaries when they looked at my chart and decided that my instructions were to take the pro.vera AND the fe.mara. At the same time.
At this point I got somewhat agitated, and one of them took the chart off to a nurse. Who confirmed what I already knew- that I need to be taking pro.vera right now, and the fe.mara is only for once my new cycle gets going.
It’s frustrating, because in every other respect they’re a good clinic. The people are nice. They’re pro-active with treatments. It’s conveniently located. They don’t rush me into things.
But yesterday really just drove home to me that I have to be responsible for my own care. I can’t leave it up to them.
So I’m glad I’ve read as much as I have. At least I knew that was the wrong drug.
I also discovered I have a surgery date. February 19th (unless, of course, I get pregnant on this cycle). Eep!