I always knew that the second time around would be different but I was not prepared for how much easier it was….well, day 1 that is.
Leading up to heading back to Athens for my second round was crazy busy but to be honest in my job and life -what’s new? Working right up until the day I left gave me routine, consistency and a busy-ness that I did not have in my previous round, as it had been in the middle of summer holidays. I still stick to my guns on the fact that I really did everything I could to minimise the stress and overthinking but going into this round I could fell the difference.
Maybe it was the busy-ness, maybe it was the acupuncture, maybe it was the counselling, or maybe I had just got my head in to a better space….whatever it was, I was just super glad.
The day I left I held it together nicely and felt incredibly loved and supported with so many well wishers dropping by my class or leaving messages for me. It wasn’t until I had to wait 30 minutes in the bank to pay my electricity bill with nothing else to do, that it all hit me like a tonne of bricks….Holy shit, I’m going to do this all over again! The panic rushed in- my heart raced and I suppose technically it was probably a mini panic attack. Managing to get it under control with some tough love, I was able to push through it and with the distraction of a dinner date with a friend pre flight and the fact that I had managed to procrastinate packing (a very un-Amy thing to do, which I now realise was on purpose….at the time I thought I was just being either laid back or lazy! lol), I managed to calm down.
The airport was the craziest I had ever seen it and apart from a quick stop at Starbucks for a tea, I had no time for anything else and was on the plane. Despite not having slept through the night since being back and not managing more than 6 hours sleep (I usually can only function on 8), I was out like a light and in and out of consciousness for a good 4-5 hours. Major win for me. Istanbul’s quick change and hideous lines, got me straight on the next flight and again I was out to it, arriving in Athens early with my bag making it all the way through and was the first one out.
My Airbnb host had been amazing and had organised a driver to take me to my appointment straight away , wait for me and then bring me to the apartment.I forgot what Greek people are like and a smiling woman greeted me with a hug and then straight away, after saying she had bad English, began to talk my ear off and worriedly asked me what was wrong that I needed to go to the hospital. I have since realised that it was not a Maria thing (my Airbnb host from last time) but a Greek thing. They are the most caring, non-judgemental, passionate people – they are incredible. I need to either move here or marry into a Greek family!
I was early to my appointment and dare I say it, it was almost like coming home. I even gave the driver directions to the clinic. I walked in like I had never left, had a bit of banter with the receptionist, feeling like ‘old-hat’, as I looked around the waiting room at the nervous faces.
Feeling ‘old-hat’ meant that when I waited 40 minutes I wasn’t surprised or bothered and when I was asked to change in the operating room, as they were super busy and needed to get me done quick, it did not phase me. A stark contrast to the last time I was in that position. When I was asked to confirm that I was doing a’Natural Supported Cycle’, I knew exactly what that meant.
My favourite skimpy wrap around cloth on and in came Penny, just another day back at the clinic for her, so no big reaction to me being there. It was down to business, or should i say, all up in my business.
My right ovary had decided to come to the party this time and had 1 (13mm) follicle and a half. Yippee. They made sure I saw that, as last time the right ovary was not so excited to produce anything.
Next we looked at the left ovary and she asked me to tell her what I was seeing. It was a big and very clear follicle. I got excited. That was incredibly short lived. Turns out, it really wasn’t such good news, it was too big which meant that is was probably an ovarian cyst. Crap!
This then meant that if they gave me stimulants there could be too many risks – one, that it would over stimulate and burst and two, that it would compromise my other egg. Not having stimulants means that my chance to grow that half follicle in the right ovary is pretty much gone. I now had to wait until Monday at 8.45am (it was Saturday at 10.30am), to see how this cyst was going and to maybe investigate more which could mean a cancellation of my cycle. Crappyity crap crap.
Choosing not to worry until I had to, after a phone call to my parents, it was off to my Airbnb.
They had rushed the cleaning for me and I was able to have access straight away to the house – which was insanely amazing by the way – stunning balcony, view of the acropolis and a spa on the balcony!!! Just what I needed for those first few days….to feel a bit of normalcy in this ‘not so normal’ situation.
So, it was off to play tourist and wander the streets for the next few days, spending money to make myself feel better, stumbling across ancient ruins and soaking up the sun on that balcony.