Some call it DESPERATE

Some call it desperate. I know
I DO!!!!!

So there's a guy down in UT county...let's call him the "VooDoo" Dr.  He's been known to cure all kinds of crazy things.  My mom drove all the way from ID to see this guy and low and behold, he cured her stomach issues.  Several people have recommended him and he's even treated some of the general authorities.  Pride set in and I just put it on the back burner.  I'm mean seriously, who goes to these people?  Well, I guess desperate people like me do.  I thought what if he has some crazy hair growing concoction that might work for me?  So, I made my appointment.  I was EXTREMELY skeptical the whole time thinking to myself, "oh, Andra, have you really stooped this low?"  "Has it really come down to THIS?"  Then my next thought was "Oh, what the Heck?"

As I sat in the chair, with my hands holding some crazy metal bar, watching the computer rate my heart, lungs, liver, etc I listened to the mad scientist tell me that the only thing wrong with me is my poor ovaries.  WAIT, WHAT???  Did he say ovaries?  I was there for my hair, not my infertility issues.  I'm sure I turned white as a ghost.  Looks like my ovaries are in sad shape.  Not healthy at all.  I can't remember all that he said, but I told him that I could not get pregnant without IVF (and that doesn't always work) he was very confident and told me to take these drops and women usually become pregnant within 4 months.  WHAT????????  $20 drops vs $12,000 IVF.  This had to be some kind of sick joke.  The whole way home in my mind I kept going back and forth "Andra, this is nuts!  You are a fool" and "What if?  Just what if?  The drops stayed up on a shelf for the next month.  It all seemed to good to be true.  I felt ashamed, fooled, embarrassed, desperate, and then...one day I thought...... "oh, what the heck" and started taking the drops :)  I guess time will tell if the mad scientist had the answers all along!