My doctor called today to talk about the hyper-stim situation. She is demanding that we do an ultrasound prior to our transfer tomorrow to check my fluid levels. This will determine if we can go forward with the procedure as planned.
I have been ordered not to leave my sofa and to drink at least 180oz of gatorade (a task not so easily accomplished) for the rest of the day and all of tomorrow. She assured me that she has seen people turn this around completely, but that I shouldn't get my hopes up too high. In short, don't be disappointed.
So there you have it. Tomorrow we go in and see what will happen. Today I will act like a sloth and drink, drink, drink, drink.
I plan on being part of the group that "turns it around" so she better be ready to put one of those babies in me. It's game time.
“Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.”