This is my second day on Lupron, and apparently the medicine is really kicking in. For some reason, I wasn’t thinking that Lupron would be the cause of mood swings associated with fertility meds, but now I know it is. I got *so* angry this afternoon. It was unreal.
It all started when I went to take my contact prescription to Walmart, which is slightly cheaper than the opthamologist’s office where I had my eyes examined yesterday. I was told at Walmart that it wasn’t a contact prescription, and when I called the opthamologist’s office, they told me that I didn’t need a contact prescription because I don’t wear contacts. I told them I do wear contacts but had run out, and they continued to argue with me, telling me that I would have worn them to my exam. Really? Because I’ve *never* worn contacts to an eye exam. Why do that and have to take them out there when I can just wear my glasses.
Long story short, I was told I could make an appointment for a contact fitting, but I have to wear my contacts. I guess they were ignoring the fact that I dropped my last contact down the sink drain and didn’t have any more, hence the need for a new box. I just wish I had been told I needed to get fitted for contacts. I was told, “Take this to the optical center to get your contacts.” I didn’t realize that meant, “Take this to the optical center to get *fitted* for your contacts.”
Sigh. So, I’m going in tomorrow. I’m not looking forward to it. At least I can blame it on the hormones. And, now I know what to watch for so I can keep myself in check. I pity Joe for the next month. 🙂