Yesterday, I had my "What the fuck do we do now?" appointment.
It was fabulous. Man, do I love my RE. He always makes me feel like having a baby is within my reach, and that I am not a freak with a wombinator where my uterus should be. A few months ago, we had discussed moving on to injectables/IUI after clomid. However, considering that we have found another piece of the puzzle to correct (prolactin), he seems to think that femara alone should do it, and that getting the prolactin under control will greatly increase my odds of carrying to term.
So, I dropped of my prescription at the pharmacy and picked it up later in the afternoon. It only cost me $10, which surprised me because I didn't think my insurance would cover it. I shrugged it off, though, and continued on my way. Later, I pulled it out of my purse and started reading the drug info.
Hmm, I thought, this looks odd. The drug they sent home with me was medroxyprogesterone. At first I figured that it was just a generic or something, but it was nagging at me that my doc had said there are no cheap generics available.
I did some further digging, and realized that what they had dispensed was actually provera. As in, prevents ovulation.
I called the pharmacist to confirm that this was an error, and she tried to blame it on my doctor's sloppy handwriting, and said that the pharmacy tech was confused by it. Umm, no. First of all, provera and femara don't have all that much in common except for the ending. Second, if they were confused, they should have called his office to verify.
So I'll pick up the correct prescription tonight, pay through the nose, and get started on a medication that won't prevent me from ovulating.
Vigilance, people. Vigilance. Trust no one.