The box arrived this morning. It wasn't quite as big as I thought it would be, actually, though when you consider that most drugs I've taken have come in a box the size of a cough syrup bottle, this is a pretty damn big box. It looked like this:
I've been warned that it's a rather overwhelming experience to open it and lay all the drugs out on the counter, and I think the warning helped. The only slightly frightening bit was the long, long, long row of syringes...but they're small. I keep telling myself this. In some kind of freakish miracle, my insurance actually paid for these drugs. I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THIS HAPPENED. Nor do I care to ask. I suspect the amount was taken out of my assisted-reproductive-technology benefit, and we'll just have to pay a little more for the cycle itself, but that's fine with me. Here it all is:
About a week ago, I planted some sunflower seeds and put them in our kitchen window. The seeds were a housewarming gift, and I completely forgot about them - I left them outside all winter, and when I finally put them in the soil, I figured it was probably a lost cause. Too old, too weather-beaten. Yesterday, there they were - a whole group of tiny green shoots poking out of the soil, growing as if there had been no winter at all.
I'm going to take this as a good sign.