I was such an idiot this morning. See, I’m taking an estrogen supplement right
now. I have a reminder on my phone set up to go off at 8 a.m. and 8 p.m. so that I remember to take it. I’m
also taking progesterone, but that one’s three times a day – when I first wake
up, when I’m about to go to bed, and in the middle of the afternoon.
This morning was my first day back at work since my
transfer. Sometimes, when I haven’t been to work in a while, I sort of forget
what my morning routine is. The alarm
will go off at 6, and instead of hitting snooze till 7 while Henry showers like
I normally do, I wake right up and am out of bed before I remember that I can
sleep a little longer. That’s what
happened this morning; I
usually leave for work about 8:20, but I ended up about a half hour ahead of my normal
schedule.
Before I left the house, I checked to make sure I had my
progesterone in my purse. I did, and I was on my way. I got to my office, took
my phone out of my purse, and there it was: “Reminder: Take Estrace!” Fuck. I’d left for work too early to get the
reminder before getting in my car, and my new schedule had thrown me off and I’d
completely forgotten to take it.
So there I was with two options:
1.
Drive all the way home to take a miniscule 2 mg
pill.
2.
Stay at work and wonder what damage I had done.
Of course I chose option #1 – I don’t want there to be
anything I could have done differently or better this cycle to make me feel responsible
if it is a negative. I sent a few
e-mails so that people would know I’d been to the office, added a meeting to my
calendar for 9-9:30, and twenty minutes later my car was parked in front of my
house with the flashers on while I ran in for probably less than ten seconds to
swallow a tiny little pill.
At least I don’t feel guilty!
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