And then, the writer's block cleared...

Damn it, I am not not doing this, I am not going to let this blog slide like I have so many others.

You see, I’ve been stuck trying to think of something to write for a couple of days, with no success.

But now I’ve thought of a topic, and it’s perfect, and it made me happy and relaxed.

It’s about a serious error I made, so there is conflict there.

But it’s perfect, because it’s I fell out of the blocks.

About a week ago, I had to take delivery of a serious amount of drugs and needles.  Had to stay home and everything.

It was made very clear to me, being as it is related to our fertility treatment, that one of the treatments had to be kept in the fridge immediately upon delivery.

And somehow, despite being clearly labelled on the bottle, and in the bag it came in, I got confused by the instructions to remove the item from the travel bag and place in the fridge, so I placed in the fridge the container that was in what looked to me like a travel bag.

I still feel it could have been made ever clearer, but it’s done.  At our injection training this morning, I was told I’d have to pay for a replacement, £20-£30 which it is more than a pleasure to pay to get things back on track.

It’s funny, because when I was struggling to think of a name for the blog, it came to me that I was “falling out of the block” by even thinking of a name, but then all my posts after that were informational or obsessed with REM.  Now here I am justifying its existence and dragging myself out of a couple-day rut with a story that confirms right at the beginning of our fertility journey, I can still be relied upon to fail.

At least she’s still talking to me.

Aah :)