The ‘Monkey’ Lied

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