Apparently, I Don't Want to Do This

This cycle, I dutifully  scheduled a hys.teroscopy and uterine blood flow measurement with 3-D ultrasound.  It's the last of my testing and I've been avoiding it because of one really great reason.

I have to abstain from all forms of caffeine (including decaf) for 72 hours (for the blood flow doppler).  It's a good thing that I don't have anything to do this weekend because it's been spent feeling zombie-like with a massive headache that ibuprofen sort of takes care of but not really.

I also have to take cyt.otec and shove it where the sun don't shine because my cervix is so tight that the good doctor doesn't want to attempt the hyste.roscopy without softening it up first.  (I'll file that bit of information under things I never wanted to know).

The problem I ran into this weekend however, will determine whether the hyster.oscopy will happen this cycle or not.  Since I had scheduled it and canceled it two days later a couple of cycles ago, I thought I had the prescriptions for the cytotec and the antibiotic in my possession.  Making the appointment on Friday, I found out that the only times they could do were the following Monday or Tuesday.  I figured no big deal, and scheduled it for Monday so that I could immediately suck down a quadruple-shot americano and vibrate my way to work in caffeinated bliss following the procedures.  Cut to Saturday when I brought in my cy.totec prescription and can't find the antibiotic prescription anywhere in my house.  The good doc checked the "do not substitute" box on the cyt.otec and big fat surprise, no pharmacy carries the brand name.  I checked with all of them.  In addition, I found out that if the brand name is needed, it only comes in bottles of 100 and I only need 1 tablet to shove up my lady parts...um...tonight. 

At 8am tomorrow, I'll be phoning the office, explaining the situation and we'll see what happens.  Meanwhile, my head hurts and all I want to do is sleep.