My doctor sent me for a beta today. It came back at 110, not enough of a drop for them to be at all convinced this embryo has detached from wherever it is.
So tomorrow, I will go for a beta and then I will have an MUA (manual uterine aspiration) to clear any pregnancy cells in my uterus or cornea of the uterus. Apparently a period from hell is no guarantee that implanted tissue will detach, so it might still be in there. I will have another beta on Saturday, and if there is not an immediate and significant decrease, I will then have a shot of methotrexate.
On the east coast, they use methotrexate immediately. In Europe, they’d still be in expectant management stage. West coast likes MUA first, so that’s what we’re doing.
I really don’t care any more. I just want this resolved. Pea asked how I was feeling and my answer was “ummmmmmmm……. ? angry?”. I’m numb. This is shit, and I just want out.
I did, however, send the fully edited and finished version of this paper to my boss this morning. I plan on having my grant finished by end of day Saturday to send to a colleague. I compensate for lack of control in one aspect of my life by regaining control over others. Also by drinking wine, of which I anticipate copious amounts in the next three days.