The Trials Begin...

It's been a hectic week, and not a pleasant one for us. Just when everything seemed to be going okay, you-know-what hits the fan.

As I wrote, I was to have a consultation with the urology specialist at the hospital last sunday. They wanted all my previous test results before the meeting, and since those were scattered among numerous hospitals that I visited during my 'roaming' phase, I'd to do a fair amount of travelling to collect them. The FSH test was done at a place near my office. So I duly phoned them up, asked them to keep the result ready for me, and asked my wife to drive me to the railway station.
I reached the lab and collected the result. Then, since I had some time on my hands, I went walkabout and visited a few friends. I reached home around 5pm - to find a small crowd of relatives assembled there.

It turned out that my wife, on the way back from the railway station after dropping me off, fainted at the wheel. She's a fast driver; and she says she was doing about 60kmph on a small, busy, winding road when it happened. By God's grace, she 'woke up' for a moment to skid the car to a halt near the sidewalk. She lay there, windows locked from the inside, for an hour. Then she revived and called her parents from her mobile, who as luck would have it, knew a close friend who lived right next to where the car was parked. They called him; he went to the car and drove her home.
We went to a GP right away, who found that her BP was way too low. Other than that, he said, she was fine. By the next morning she was somewhat okay; she began walking about, though a bit shaky. My appointment was at 2pm, so I went alone to the IVF hospital.

The doctor was friendly and reassuring. I'd googled him the previous day and I found out a bit about him; from what I read, he seems competent enough. He explaind me about the procedure (most of which I already knew from my reading). He asked me about keeping a 'Donor reserve', and on impulse I said no. I've been thinking about that since, and I'm a bit confused now.
On the way back I caught some rain, and reached home with a sore throat. It developed into a full-fledged cold over the last two days; it's still going strong.
If this is just the beginning, then I'm afraid to think ahead.