In case you are new to my blog and haven't had the distinct pleasure of perusing my *bad* infertility artwork, I welcome you and accept your groaning and moaning and eyerolling with a smile on my face and a sense of accomplishment. You can find more awful art if you click on the tab at the top titled 'humor'. It'll show you all of the blog entries I've posted that are tagged with cartoons and bad photoshopping.
To fully appreciate my newest cartoon that is making its global debut here, this is a snippet of the conversation that inspired it. I'm paraphrasing, but not by much:
Annie: I'm
starting Clomid tomorrow and my dear husband asked me if anyone has any advice for him regarding what to expect/how to be supportive.
Susie: No
one warned me of Clomid side effects so I just thought I was becoming
clinically insane. I had bad bad bad mood disturbance on Clomid: from
screaming rage to the pit of depression in a matter of minutes. It did
make me ovulate though.
Billy: James
provides some solid advice for all of us: "everyone should be quick to
listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry." The awareness that
you're taking something that can affect behavior will help both of you
to identify and mitigate reactions
outside the norm. Like any other day, you do your best to love and
serve God in your marriage. The difference is that if Clomid does end
up causing some emotional instability, you will have to exercise more
effort and intention in carrying out that service.
Me: "some
emotional instability" ?! <--------- Clomid is like using a
cartoonishly large portion of a mountain to throw at and crack one
pistachio open. There is no anticipating how awful clomid will be. Maybe this will make what I'm saying clearer:
The dose definitely makes a difference... well, at least it did for me. 50 mg turns me into a lunatic who snaps at her husband for not answering any of her (8!) phone calls made while grocery shopping, while 25 mg leaves me a reasonable facsimile of myself.
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