You know, at work I often say that I want to change the name of the “Information desk” to the “Too Much Information desk.” This is due to our habit of giving people much more information than they came for. It’s a librarian thing, apparently.
Knowing this I will try to keep my results report from the HSG short.
Everything is fine. Rather a lot of fuss to discover this really, and I am so glad I took the day off as there is no way I could have worked today. No blockages and everything looks fine. I know this, ’cause I could see the monitor. It’s weird to see one’s innards like that, but also kind of interesting. As I expected I did not like the process at all. It was very uncomfortable, and I was moving very slowly once it was all done.
Well, now that much is checked off of my list. Not sure what the next step will be at this point, but…there you are.
The test that I’ve been trying to get done for months now? Friday.
On the one hand I’m thinking. “Finally!”
On the other hand…I’m terrified. Not only do I have to deal with this test, but then the news that follows. I’ve taken Friday off of work. Like I’d be of any use there on Friday. Can you say Stress Monkey?
Now, I don’t know how long it’s been since I talked about it here, but my hubby and I have been “trying” for over four years now. And being around small children and then leaving tends to make me depressed, though this weekend it didn’t, thank Heavens. So, the other thing I did this weekend was hunt down that phone number for the HSG test I need to have done. And today I called the number. I finally did it. Sadly…they haven’t called me back yet, but I’ve done my part. So there. I’m that much closer to crossing that test off of the list.
So, it’s a darn good thing I haven’t upgraded over here. Today have been frustrating and frazzling and…other things starting with “f.”
It all started when I left my insurance card at home. Luckily, my follow up with the OB/GYN went well, and I now have all sorts of tests and such to look forward to. (Eek!) But, once we (yes, the Hubby has to go get tests done too) get those tests out of the way, then we’ll finally know where we stand. So, I have some phone calls to make soon.
I made it to work on time. And then I spent the first couple of hours at work peeved with the new interface for my work blog. The image interface now makes code that I have to clean up. And…it wouldn’t give me the picture I chose. I turned in a support ticket to the Wordpress folks, who are probably tired of hearing about problems with their new product, but there you are. And then…there were some of those patron interactions that I hate. Luckily there were also some of the good ones to balance them out.
When I got home I got some hugs and took a shower, so I’m happier than I was. Thank goodness.
Tomorrow includes: A Cat going to the vet, Me getting the finances in order later in the day, and some time to work on my T13 at work. Isn’t my life glamorous?
I need a Rubber Chicken, and they are out of stock at Archie McPhee. Why do I need a Rubber Chicken? Well, I’m going to be making some changes over at Silliness.org, and one of those is changing the theme to Misty Look. Misty Look will allow me to change the picture in the header, so I’m going to get a Rubber Chicken (which I’ve been meaning to get for a couple of years now) and take some random pics of it. That way I can change the header periodically. You see? With the change of theme will also come another change. I’m going to start using ads. Hey, I need to make up that rent increase somehow. And I can’t say anything about the addition of ads over there, as that is against the usage policy. I’m hoping that the change of theme will give the blog a slightly sillier appearance. It’s kind of boring now. Hey, I could even have some new tag lines like: Silliness.org - Obey the chicken. Anyway, that’s what’s going on over there.
I’m still alive. In case the fact that I’m posting this hadn’t tipped you off. I will never again sneer at Influenza. I’m not sure that I ever have before, but there you are. Bleh. I’m still coughing, but I’m otherwise okay if a bit on the tired side. My brain is back to its usual thousand miles an hour thing. So, thank you for your well wishes.
I’ve been working on my list today. So far:
I’ve made an appointment with my OB/GYN who is back from her maternity leave. (28. Call OB/GYN’s office.) I need to catch up and talk to her about that test I need to do.
I’ve changed doctors. (30. Change doctors)
And I’ve been working on some other things like the old version of Silliness.org and my filing system. I even got my old renter’s insurance policy (the people that re-upped without asking) canceled officially. The new policy proof is being faxed to the complex as I type.
Now, some bad news. The pet rent was not included in the original estimate of the new rent price starting in June. So, our rent is going up a grand total of $233/month. Good Gad! Yes, I just got off of the phone. Now I really wish that I’d get that Tea Blogger job I applied for.
Hey, Dad! This is the song that was stuck in my head the other day. (Mind you, this live version is a bit faster than I’m used to.)
Oh, and finally, Doctor Who series 4 starts tomorrow in the UK. Just so you know.
We’ve been trying to have children for almost 4 years now. Our main stumbling block is currently the fact that my OB/GYN is a little bit too good at her job. She’s out on maternity leave. Lately, though, people have been telling me about their friends who stopped “trying” and then got pregnant. Well…I’ve tried that, and it didn’t work.
Today, after yet another of these conversations (They don’t really happen that often, but people will persist in asking me if I plan on having children.) it occurred to me. Why am I always so stressed out? I really need to stop that. Maybe I should learn how to relax. I don’t know that it would make a difference in my fertility necessarily, but I’ll bet I’d be easier to be around. Yeah, my life is stressful, but that’s not uncommon these days. Most folks are way too stressed out. So…that’s really no excuse.
In the immortal words of Captain Malcolm Reynolds: “Huh.”
And no, I can’t just get sillier. Trust me on this one. (psst. Have you ever been to Silliness.org?) This requires some thought.
While I was away, my OB/GYN left me a voicemail on my cell phone. It seems that there were some “Minor Abnormalities” in the sample I dropped off for my hubby.
She wasn’t specific. She didn’t elaborate. She did say that this sort of thing could be just the sample. So, she wants to run the test again, but at a different location. That location is actually right across from my work, so dropping it off shouldn’t be too difficult. In the timeframe required? A bit difficult, but not impossible if they can take it right away when I arrive. The likelihood of this actually happening any time soon? Very small. Sometimes the Universe’s timing just doesn’t work out.
Especially if you factor in My Mother-in-law coming to stay with us for a week at a time in the coming months. *ahem*
Yeah. It looks like my timeframe for this project might get a bit…extended.
I need to come up with a pic for this sort of post. It’d have to be one that doesn’t randomly make me depressed, though. Hmmm…
Anyway, today I finally managed to drop off the “Sample” from my Husband at the hospital’s Lab. (Yes, I went to Kaiser twice today.) The poor guy was very worried about the whole situation. I wonder why they have to use such a freakin’ large cup for everything? It’s gotta give guys a complex. Especially since I’m informed that most guys don’t even manage to cover the bottom of the thing. Sorry…bit of a tangent there.
First 3 tests down. Now I need to look into filling out whatever forms I need to and get the evil dye test scheduled. I’d rather not have to wait another month for the next step.
So, I called in sick and now I find myself sitting on my bed with my laptop and a couple of cats.
Oh, and I’m cranky. Like “Hey you kids get off my lawn!” little old lady cranky. You really don’t want to talk to me right now. Trust me on this.
I’m still not pregnant, and my mail organizer hasn’t arrived yet. These two facts are only related by the fact that they are annoying me right now. I am also, sniffling, coughing, and cramping. I hereby dub myself Cranky McCrankypants of Crankytown, Crankyania.
Oh yeah. I did get the free DVD that Acorn gave me for ordering the organizer.
I’ve just realized that I haven’t said anything about blood test number two. For those of you just joining me, I have been trying to get pregnant for almost four years now with no luck. Now, with my new insurance all set, I have started the arduous task of getting some testing done. Blood test number one was a couple of weeks ago. I have received the results of that test, but…I have no idea what they mean. I will be meeting with my Doctor to go over the results after all of the tests are done.
Anyway, I got the second blood test out of the way on Saturday morning. This times my blood vessels decided to be a bit coy about the whole blood draw thing. We finally managed to get the whole one vial of blood they needed, and I have a lovely circular bruise on the inside of my elbow. While I was there, I picked up a specimen kit for my husband. Dropping that off is going to be entertaining. I’m going to need his medical card to hand over the sample apparently. No. He won’t be going anywhere near the hospital if he can help it. He hasn’t been to a Doctor since he was really young, and has very well developed Doctor fear. After I drop off the sample, the next step for me is the dye test. Bleh. So not looking forward to that one.
Well, there’s your update. As soon as I know anything I’ll let you all know.
