Count went from 18 million to 26 million. Volume was good (actually, two times the average). Motility, however, went from 40% to 26%.
Doctor was confused about this, until we explained that BoyWonder works in a factory with no air-conditioning, and has to wear ridiculously hot fire-proof clothing for ten hours a day. So basically, things should get better when the weather improves. We hope.
We go back in for another test in December. By then, it should be nice and cold out, and we'll be eight months post-op, so I'm reallyreallyreally hoping his numbers are beautiful by then. Or, best-case scenario, I'm pregnant before December. I'm not holding my breath.
In other news, I have to go back to work next week. I'm upset about this. I'm frantically tweaking my resume and sending it out at least once a day at this point. I wasn't going to panic, and I have been trying to tell myself it won't be horrible to go back there. And then my friend A texted me yesterday and let me know I'm floor coordinating on Monday. That's my least favorite job. No, really. Standing around, directing customers and employees all day? Watching lines move (or not)? Getting pestered about breaks and lunches and who pissed someone else off, and being bothered by management all. day. long?
Yeah. If the job market looked just a little better, I'd give my notice now.
On top of that, I'm terrified I'm going to hurt myself again. Once the spine specialist cleared all my restrictions, my physical therapists started having me do exercises that mimic what I do all day. That's all fine and good, except that there is a new spot on my spine that freaking hurts. And all those movements flare up the nerve pain. Granted, the spine specialist prescribed a nerve medication I could take, but I'm not comfortable taking it since it's been proven to cause birth defects in animals, but hasn't been tested on human pregnancy. So my only option, really, is to tough it out. Unless I'm okay with risking any pregnancy that may occur. (I'm not.)
I'm scared I'm going to herniate one of the other discs that aren't in optimum condition. I'm afraid of another surgery. I'm even more afraid that staying in the same job I have now is going to leave me crippled.
So, like I said, I'm looking. And looking, and looking. For hours at a time, every single day.
I'm tempted to quit and not tell BoyWonder. I know that's horrible, but it's not as horrible as being miserable at work, and maybe being crippled. And I'm a little upset that when I asked him his thoughts on the matter, he more or less told me I should just work until I get hurt again. And then have surgery, and go back to work.
I love him, but sometimes I want to punch him.
NOTE: I don't ever punch him. But it does irritate me that he doesn't mind my being in constant pain, especially when I know we can survive just fine without my income.
So... That's what's going on around here. Today's my last day to myself, I think. I have nothing going on, aside from job hunting and trying to locate my work keys.
Keep your fingers crossed for me, and if you happen to see the Job Fairy, send her my way. :)
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