Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Happy Box O' Drugs
The first time I got my enormous box of IVF drugs, I felt a mixture of terror and curiosity, like I was rubbernecking at my own car accident. It looked like a scary mess but I couldn't stop staring at it.
The second time I got my enormous box of IVF drugs, I was so excited to get started again that I was a kid in a candy store. That special delivery was like some long awaited care package.
Now the third time getting my enormous box of IVF drugs, I've come to a new threshold. Having been around the block a few times, hardened by tough times, my eyes glaze over. The screen swirls to dream mode and suddenly I've been hustling on the streets for years to get high on baby making. Everything seems to be in slow mo. I open my box with the excitement of an IVF addict finally about to get her fix. Both hallucinogenic and fanciful, my drugs are as happy to see me as I am happy to see them.
Have you gotten your box o' drugs fix?