Have
you ever heard the age-old saying, ‘speak
to the organ grinder, not the monkey’?
Well
the day that I called my General Practitioner (GP (organ grinder)) and spoke to the receptionist (monkey) to confirm the outcome of my test results, was the day I
clearly took leave from my senses.
Instead
of skimming through my notes to declare that all my tests were fine, and that I
was not required to see the doctor, the receptionist should have said that she
didn’t have time to read through 5 pages of my results. Ok,
ok, to be fair I wouldn’t have been very impressed. My blood may have turned
into scorching hot larva with that response, but at
that point I would have been able to make an informed choice to schedule an appointment with my
GP asap.
So I sat quite comfortably on cloud
nine, rest assured that there were no obvious indications (through the blood
test results) of infertility or related issues. Which in itself suggested that
it was just probably a matter of time before I conceived.
Well
cloud nine soon cleared and I then fell to earth with a THUMP.
If
it wasn’t for my GP contacting me two months later to find out why I had not visited
the surgery regarding my results, I wouldn’t have found out that one my iron
levels are below the level it should be, I’m over producing prolactin, and my progesterone
is lower than is normal.
Consequently,
from what I understand now; the ttc dream can be made more difficult with the imbalance
of prolactin and or progesterone in my body.
BUGGER, BUGGER, BUGGER!
No
worries…
Having
vented my frustration I remain genuinely pleased that out of the 52 tests taken
from my blood sample, only 3 issues were detected all of which are (most
importantly) treatable.
Our
next steps toward Bi9 as laid out by my GP is to get my husband tested and then
depending on the results we will be referred to a fertility clinic for
treatment.
Additionally,
I will make sure that my diet has an upsurge of the right nutritious intake to give
my body a boost, by omitting the Pregnacare Conception supplement and
introducing the RIGHT doses of folic acid, evening primrose and iron. TRYING to
eat red meat, and even more dark green vegetables (which will be my pleasure).
I’m
feeling positive because now I know what I’m dealing with. I’m not facing an impossible
situation; there are just a few imbalances that need to be put right.
The
moral of the story; as intelligent as a monkey
is, the organ grinder is always the
one to talk to.
May the London autumn breeze blow 700 tons
of baby dust your way.
HEALTH WARNING: Goggles may be required
