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Yep. The title of this post about sums up my day.

The day started with me waking up early (yet again) and staring at my clock in disbelief. Why do I keep waking up before my alarm? I think it’s a plot somehow worked out by those “early to bed” people. Either that or it was stress. Could be either. Once I was actually conscious, I made The Call while still in bed. After nearly six years of this, I wasn’t really all that surprised to find out that the results came back negative. Sigh. I had no time to dwell on this, though, as I had to get ready for my dentist appointment.

Like many, I’m not really that big on going to the dentist. I like having to get up early to visit the dentist even less. Really, I avoid getting up early in general, but that’s beside the point. I arrived at the dentist’s office just about on time, but as we got set up it was discovered that the walkman from my last visit had gone missing. Luckily, just as I was beginning to despair a bit, the dentist looks at me and says, “What kind of music…wait…classic rock right?”

I nodded.

Dentist: “So… you like AC/DC and Motorhead?”

Me: “Actually, Back in Black has been stuck in my head for the last two and a half days.”

Dentist: “I’ll get my iPhone.”

It turns out that the only music he had on his iPhone was pretty much all of AC/DC and some Motorhead. I approve. So, I ended up listening to both the Back in Black album and the TNT album while I was there. This helped quite a bit…even if I still had Back in Black stuck in my head.

A quick note about the song Back in Black by AC/DC. Over the last three days now, I have had the opportunity to ponder this song mightily, and two things have occurred to me. 1) This song could be used to make quite the routine for a morris dancing troupe. 2) Other than morris dancing, a simple jazz square is the perfect dance step for this song. I’m thinking that you now know a bit too much about how my mind works. Moving on.

Okay, so now comes the part where I tell you about my newest obsession: Corvairs. Yep. I like classic cars, and like Koshvader wants a Stingray, I want a Corvair. Specifically, I’d like a 1964-1969 hardtop automatic of some sort. Like this 1964 red hardtop:

I’ve been torturing myself over on Classic Cars.com these last few weeks, and today was no exception. That car up above? It’s only $4,500.00. *whimper*

Just for fun, here’s Koshvader’s dream car – a 1966 Corvette Stingray:

Right. So I suppose that you’re wondering why I want a classic car. Honestly? I’m a bit worried about all of the computer bits in cars these days. I get this feeling like I’ll be driving down the road someday and my car will blue screen on me. I feel that I’d be better off if I also have a car that I can learn to fix myself, you know?

Also? Classic cars are really cool. They’d be totally worth the cost of insurance…once I’ve paid off the cars I have now. (Or so I keep telling myself.) I’d like to have one in black or British Racing Green, but I’ll take a red one. Not the best commuter car to buck traffic with, but then, what is?

And now, I’m off to bed so I can be rested up to go see Kylie Minogue in concert tomorrow. *squee*

I have a not quite matching set of bruises. My poor inner elbows, can you ever forgive me?

In other random news, I’ve had AC/DC’s Back in Black stuck in my head for about a day and a half, including when I woke up last night.

I called in this morning to find out my test results. Turns out that I have to re-do the darn test tomorrow morning, as the results are low enough that they don’t know if the results are due to the injection or not.

I’d like to just go back to bed now.

I just spent a lovely weekend with friends (Eideann and Catslyn) here at my place where we subjected each other to our shows of choice. This is the second such weekend, and as such we’ve made it through the first Season of Bones (for them to see) and about a season and a half of Supernatural (with much in the way of spoilers to get me through each ep. Have I mentioned that I have a ghost phobia?) It was great fun to hang out with my friends, one of whom I’ve known for almost 21 years.

But now…I’m a bit stressed out. And I’ll talk about it under the cut so that those of you who wish to skip it, may do so.
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So…I had an appointment today with my lead doctor at the Infertility clinic.

The good news: He’s not worried by my cyst, so we’re going to just move on to the next thing next month.

The Bad (but also good) news: The next thing is those shots in the belly. Eek!

In other news, the Universe seems to be telling me to wear skirts more often. I am having no luck with the hunting for new pants thing. I’ve been wanting to buy some girl jeans (normally I just wear 501s. Hey. They fit.) but I just can’t seem to find a pair that please me. On the other hand, I saw all kinds of pretty skirts (like this one and this one) during my shopping trip. For the record, this skirt obsession is not a new thing. And yes. I wore a skirt to work today.

Oh! And if you wish to look at more pics of Koshvader’s jewelry, go here.

(Without his help, my buttons bracelets would escape…)

I’ve been to two doctor’s appointments this week, and this is what I have learned.

– Apparently, sleeping enough, eating right, managing your stress, etc. is the cure for a whole lot of things. Like…hand tremors.
– My new doctor actually has a sense of humor and an engaging personality. Weird. I’m so keeping her.
– Getting X-rays may not be such a good idea if you’re actively trying to deal with fertility issues. I’m thinking that a massage will go a long way to helping my back problems. Yep. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
– The pain in my shoulder? The same old tendinitis I’ve had for years. Sigh.
– My cyst has gotten bigger. Again.

So, there you have it. My back hurts, but i’ll just deal with it until I can afford a good massage. My hand tremors *could* be due to some liver issue (so we’re testing it) but it’s more likely to be my nerves/caffeine use/lack of sleep/stress. I’m ignoring my shoulder. And it looks like I may have a date with a bit of surgery if my cyst doesn’t randomly go away by the end of my cycle. This freaks me out to no end, let me tell you.

Hey. At least I’ve been working on button bracelets. More on that once I finally write up the results. In the meantime, I wish you all a relaxing rest of the week.

Okay. First things first. I went in to get that cyst looked at today. It’s still there, but it’s smaller. (Yay!!) Unfortunately, it means that I have to take another round of birth control pills. (boo) More news on this front in a couple of weeks when I go in for a follow up.

Now, onto something more fun. My current band obsession is Abney Park. It turns out that I actually worked Faire with/went to college with one of the guys in the band. Small world, eh? They bill themselves as as Steampunk band. If you watch the music video below, I’ll bet that you can see why.

Those of you who know me are probably aware that I hate April Fool’s Day. I am not the fan. At all. In fact, if at all possible, I take the day off and hide at home. Not under the covers, but still, you get the idea. Perhaps it’s merely that I can’t take a joke/don’t know when people are just teasing me/I’m sensitive. (Did you know that April 1 used to be New Year’s Day? When the New Year was moved to January, folks who still celebrated the New Year in April were called “April Fools” and folks played tricks on them. Sounds like peer pressure to conform to societal norms, if you ask me. Yes…I love Chase’s Calendar of Events. It has all sorts of info. like that.)

Anyway, today, against my better judgment, I left the house. I had a Doctor’s appointment to go to anyway, and they needed me to work my usual week 2 late shift.

Well, I went in to have my cyst looked at, and not only was it still there, but it has gotten bigger. So, they’re putting me on Birth Control Pills in hopes that this will help combat said cyst. Argh. No only am I not starting the next medication, still, but now I have to deal with a whole new kind of Birth Control Pills for a cycle.

Birth Control Pills. Bleh. This is not a sort of medication that I historically react well to. Big surprise, yeah? The last kind I tried caused me to barely sleep for a week. You can see why I might be leery about the whole thing. On the one hand, still no needles to deal with, but on the other hand a medication that will stop me getting pregnant. Sigh. It’s a bit frustrating, you know?

After this morning’s disappointment, I had some lunch, finished my book (A Quick Bite by Lynsay Sands), and started work. I actually managed to get quite a bit done before lunch, in spite of the vertigo that has been plaguing me on and off for the last week.

And then…I went to get some dinner. At some point while I was eating, I realized that a spot was missing from my vision. By the time I managed to finish and get out of there, the migraine precursor was pulsating where most of my left eye’s vision usually was. Also, I was shaking for some weird reason. I made it back to work just fine, but by the time I made it back to my desk, the vertigo had returned. Also? I felt sort of…fizzy. Like I had somehow become carbonated. Which is weird twice, as I don’t even drink soda anymore.

As you can imagine, all of this was rather worrying. Earlier in the day I had decided that I must have some sort of ear infection, but I’d hoped to make an appointment for tomorrow after a good night’s sleep and some Benadryl. No such luck. Luckily, the migraine precursors went away by the time my co-workers dragged me across the street to the ER. (I sometimes get the precursors from dehydration. Thankfully, this was one of those times. Either that, or my body was just too darn confused. My head did start to hurt and whole “spacey” feeling stuck around for a while. Go figure.)

I ended up sitting on a bed in the ER hallway, as they were out of rooms, for two hours. For most of that time I was actually too annoyed at the situation to even read. I hate going to the ER. I had stuff to do. You know the Type-A drill. Well, It turns out that I have an inner ear viral infection. Ugh. So the nice (and speedy) Doctor that examined me gave me something for the vertigo (an anti-histamine, as it happens) and sent me on my way. Good thing, too, as Koshvader hates hospitals even more than I do, and he’d come all the way from the other side of the Bay to be with me in People Screaming Land.

Now I’m sitting on my bed with my laptop in my lap, and I can’t help but think that I should have just stayed home today. The cats agree with me. Ah, well. I’ve taken my pills like a good girl. It’s time for some of that sleep stuff.

Next year, I’m taking the day off.

(I am the Celticangel, and I approve this message.)

First, the bad news: I have an ovarian cyst. This means that I have to take a month off from the fertility drugs to let it go away.

Now, the good news: This means I have a month without the drugs. No belly injections yet! Woo hoo. Yes, I’m a bit frustrated about this pause, but it would be nice to have a month without the mood swings/overheating/etc.

And that brings me to the Happiness for 4 March:

What has made me happy today? Another annoying thing put off! Huzzah! Also, I managed to finish The Uncommon Reader today. During a meal, you know. I have since begun re-reading the fabulous classic, Pippi Longstocking. Look at all that reading I’ve been doing! Definitely happy making. What will make me happiest, though, is going to bed now. Night all!