Last night, I showed you the medications I had to take in one evening. Tonight, you shall see the aftermath. When my children are overwhelmed and choked by the piles overflowing from the landfills? Well, they’ll have me to blame. Me alone.
Observe:
All of that is trash generated from tonight’s shots. ONE NIGHT of shots. And I do injections twice a day (admittedly, the morning injections are just Follistim, and therefore generate very little waste, but that’s hardly the point, is it?). Thank heavens this is the short protocol.
According to my super-genius Pharmacist husband – apparently the “sharps” will be incinerated, so they won’t fill up any landfills in their present form. But that still leaves a hefty amount of garbage. Maybe I should get a trash compactor. Why did those things fall out of style, anyway? Maybe Buy-N-Large sells one…
My ovaries feel like softballs right now. They hurt. A lot. Beyond that, I really have nothing useful to say – I’m completely exhausted, having spent the day driving back and forth to Long Island for a funeral – my husband’s uncle died and we drove up there and back today. Nearly 11 hours in the car… and less than 4 hours actually there. Then home again for my nightly pincushion routine and up bright and early tomorrow for more pincushioning and another appointment at Ye Olde Fertility Clinic. Whee! 🙂
ChezPerky 
Well, some of that stuff can be recycled (cardboard, glass, and some plastics), but that is a lot of detritus for one evening’s injections.
Here from LFCA – sorry to hear that you’ve been laid off. And that your husband’s uncle died. That sucks – sounds like you’ve been having a really crappy week.
You are quite right about the recyclability of the cardboard. The glass vials get put in the sharps container, per my pharmacist husband b/c of the residual drug in them, but I suppose I could recycle them. Thank you for the reminder about the recycling; I’ve been so frazzled lately that I’d forgotten about that (I’m really good about recycling things in the kitchen, but anything outside the kitchen… well, I forget). So I’ll put a recycling bin in my bedroom and start doing that.
2009 in general has been pretty sucky, but… honestly? It could be worse. Thanks for coming by; I really appreciate it.
I don’t think I ever said sorry for the news about your husband’s uncle.
Bea