8:31 a.m. - 2005-12-02
The reproductive endocrinologist was informative and I liked her. It really is too bad she's out of network, b/c it's going to cost me out the wazoo. Oh well. She told me some things that I knew (my first miscarriage could possibly have been prevented with a little progesterone supplement, I'm probably going to have to take hormone shots next) and some things I didn't (she thinks I might have some light case of PCOS) as well as doing a sonogram which she read to confirm that I ovulated this month. So, since I haven't started bleeding yet, there is some small chance that I'm pregnant all on my own. Granted, it's very small, especially considering that I took a pee test yesterday morning and it was negative. The happiest part of all this is she decided to do a laproscopy to go in and look around to see if I have any scar tissue, endometriosis, etc. So I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to getting my guts pumped full of air, and getting knocked out, and having somebody rummaging around in there for a "minimally invasive procedure." Seriously, I've only had an IV once. I considered that to be pretty damned invasive. The IUI's, invasive. This, this is fucking invasive. Truly, though, I hope when they wake me up afterwards I have the presence of mind to quote dear muffin and tell him "Aw hell, I been hurt worse fuckin'."
In other kick ass news, I'm going to see my friend from the north next week. I'll be there almost a week. My husband is peeing his pants that I'll be gone that long. "But hooooney, how will I ever find my paaaants?" The only bad part about it is the reason for my visit. Her 8 year old son is having a heart cath to check out the valve that has been a little broken since birth. So, if you're the praying type, pray for Caleb.
And, even after my promise to not talk about work here lest I be fired, I must say that I hope my boss gets a lot of milage out of being able to say that we have a Dr. on staff, because as far as I can tell, that's about the only good she's going to do us. I've given her 3 main things to do since she's been here. She's screwed them all up. One of them twice. Lord help me for sounding like a racist twat, but for the love of all that is batman's mother, if you are planning to work in America, FUCKING LEARN TO UNDERSTAND ENGLISH.
Yesterday the DVD for Mr. and Mrs. Smith came out, and I happened to be in a W@l-M@rt (I know, shoot me right now) so I bought it. Now, if I only have one lesbian bone in my body, its name is Angelina Jolie. The rest of the bones may be screaming out for Brad, but that one bone is VERY loud. So I enjoyed the movie, even though it's exactly what you think it would be.
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