I use to be a naive innocent. Trusting and unquestioning of authority.
That was before I realised I was infertile and understood that even trained medical professionals can get things wrong.
I have just ordered my drugs for IVF round four. I say ordered, I got a call from the drugs company who told me what the clinic had prescribed and asked for my credit card details.
I have an awful lot of drugs kicking around from the last three rounds and the cash they were asking for was almost twice what I paid last time so I double checked what they were planning on sending me against my current stash.
They'd me ordered 2,550 mg of Gonal F. Last round I was given a measly 300mg – which means this time they were suggesting eight and a half times more. The additional dose was going to cost a cool £725 ($1,130USD) - probably because it comes in a fancy pen.
So I checked with my nurse who agreed it did seem rather a lot and reduced my prescription to 600mg – I am getting older maybe she thought my ovaries could still do with a bit more of a kick start.
As I was congratulating myself on my parsimony I also mentioned that I didn’t seem to have any growth hormone prescribed when I had been told I would need some. Yes, she replied, I’d certainly need some Zomacton (that was the name I couldn’t remember). Which comes at a price. I ended up paying £20 more than was originally quoted.
This round of drugs came to £1,361.50.
Money well spent.
... If it works