Thursday, July 31
Four days later, this morning I swear I was dying. We redrew my labs, which showed the infection was worse. I was told I was getting two more shots. We decided to do the more painful shot first. It had other plans, though. With the needle in my ass it burst off the fucking syringe. Yes folks, broke da fuck off! IN MY ASS! Owie. They went ahead and stuck the other ass cheek with the "less" painful shot. Then we successfully tried the "first" one, again.
I have officailly had four shots in my ass this week.
Tuesday, July 29
Hmpf. I want a baby, "just" like that!
(No fever as of this morning, last night was really rough though. I hope tonight is better. I am going back to work tomorrow either way. I think the medications are starting to work.)
Monday, July 28
Sunday, July 27
That was until yesterday morning, ha! I woke up sick as hell, I can barely talk. So now, I get to go see a doctor in the morning and take a few days off, and get paid. WoooHooo! On a serious note though, I think people who work front desk should get more sick days than people who aren't dealing with patients directly. I can't wait to get my immune system back when I move!
If you need me, I'll be in the bed or on the couch in my jammies until morning time.
Friday, July 25
Thanks to sitting on the couch, I have had ample time to sit with my mac and find boxes at a reasonable price that I can order in bulk. Once they get here, I can begin on working on a project I have been trying to begin selling online, but haven't had a way to ship them until now.
Let the weekend begin, baby.
Thursday, July 24
My money issues seem to have finally resolved, for now. *knock on wood* My brother moved to Utah with his girlfriend, but has since decided he wants to move with my uncle in Florida. There is only two more weekends that NYEBoy will be able to come up before the big move, part one. Which also means I have a hair over eight weeks left until the big move, part two. (aka, me moving!) I had a really big argument at work with a coworker that got really nasty. My body aches are really putting a damper on me. I look so young, but feel so terribly old. Work has been incredibly busy, it's back to school time which means tons of school physicals. I also had a patient walk in to schedule an appointment for tomorrow, after much pleading I got him to stay to be seen. We ended up having to call 911 because he was having a heart attack. Sigh. I'm also having a hard time with infertility right now. A really fucking hard time.
I'm going to bed, tomorrow is Friday. Thank goodness.
Tuesday, July 22
Am I the only one, or did her comment about people trying over and over again "for their own" rub the wrong way? Although I am sorry about their loss, and congratulate the arrival of Miley, but for the average folk, it's not as simple as 'just adopting'.
I'm just say'n.
Monday, July 21
With a celebrity baby boom underway, or at least what feels like one, some are saying the parents should be asshamed of themselves. With some parents fetching almost 20 million dollars, teenage moms, and other's not so much. Is it immoral? even if they donate it? Do you really think these children will resent thier parents for "selling them out"?
What do you think?
I tried to make a payment online for M on his tmobile account. Three times in a row I got an error message. Fourth time, I got a message saying too many payments for one credit card in 24 hours, I needed to resubmit a new card. WTF? I checked my bank statement, THREE $132 payments for TMOBILE.
In twenty-four hours, I have made too many to count phone calls to my bank and TMobile. My bank says they can't release the payments without a code from TMobile. TMobile tells us both they show no payments made, so they can't help us. Oh, and they will restore M's service "as a courtesy" to us, but I need to resubmit a payment in the next three days or they will shut his phone off again.
So tomorrow I get the joys of going to the bank to file fraud charges againist TMobile to try to get my money back. I will be sending a letter expressing concerns to TMobile about their online payment form and my bank for not obviously canceling the fucking charges when they see all three charges were within seconds of each other.
I'm so sick of shit happening to my money, damn it!
Friday, July 18
When I got my last paycheck I had to buy a few last minute things for the party. I was careful. I budgeted enough for food and gas until this paycheck. Then, my car broke down. Then M paid all "his" bills online, not realizing those accounts were set up to come out of my account. M checked his account, thought he had extra money, so he spent it. I checked my account and noticed it was almost all gone. How could that be? I was *so* careful! I finally figured it out, M told me there was nothing I could do I was S-O-L. I had enough for gas, that was it. For ten days.
Flash forward to Wednesday, our paychecks will be deposited at midnight, yey! Not. There was a glitch in the system, we all have to take the checks to the bank. Okay, no big deal. Or not. M helped me by taking my check to the bank, so I wouldn't have to take time off work. He calls me on his way back to his girlfriends house to ask why my check was so small. Oh yeah, they fucked up my check. They paid me for holiday pay ONLY! Three hours later, they have me a check, but it's too late to go to the bank.
I ask my boss if I can have someone watch my desk while I take an early lunch, because it's Friday, everyone else's pay-days. If I don't go to my work's bank to cash the check first, it won't clear my bank before Monday or Tuesday. My boss wouldn't let me leave. Yeah, Bitch! I get to my work's bank to be told I have to pay a fee to cash my check. Yeah, seriously.
I have calmed down since, but I am so fucking sick of my boss. It wasn't my fault I needed the money and they fucked up my check. Needless to say, her boss will be hearing from me on Monday.
Wednesday, July 16
The bitch that my boss is, ignored me for almost an hour when I told her I needed to go home. I really can't stand her. She asked me if I was coming back. Um, I live about 30 mins away, it was 2 hours before I was done with work... what do YOU think?
Tuesday, July 15
Monday, July 14
Me: Hi, I am InDueTime, I work at LargeMedicalClinic, I am trying to find an eye doctor who specializes in c0loboma.
Me: I am trying to find an eye doctor who specializes in c0loboma.
Them: Kuh, um, do what?
Me: I am trying to find an eye doctor who specializes in c0loboma. C-O L-O B-O M-A. Its a birth defect, keyhole shaped pupils.
Them: I don't know what that is.
Me: Can you ask your doctors if any of them are familer with it?
Them: They are in clinic, we can't interrupt.
Me: Duh, I work at a doctors office, can you leave a note for them, and call me back?
Me: Excuse me?
Them: You can just try to call back.
Me: Me: Hi, I am InDueTime, I work at LargeMedicalClinic, I am trying to find an eye doctor who specializes in c0loboma.
Them: How old is the patient?
Me: I'm twenty-four.
Them: Oh, we only deal with children.
Me: Oh, but I'm *only* twenty-four.
Them: We. Only. Deal. With. Children.
Me: Hmpf. Do you know any doctor who helps adults with c0loboma?
Them: No, you know you can't treat this, you're an adult.
Me: No shit, it's a birth defect. I was born, twenty-four years ago, with these eyes. However, I am finding it increasingly harder to drive during the day light. If I don't leave my house for work by 6:30, it takes an hour to get to work, I only live twenty minutes away. I'm trying to find a doctor who is familier with this, so I can get some advice and help.
Them: Well, we only see children.
Me: What do you tell those children when they become adults? Sorry, can't help you? Go away? Has noone ever lived beyond the age of 18 with this? Give me a break.
I swear I'd have better luck trying to find a doctor to remove a nipple from between my eyes then help with a fucking eye defect. Damn it. You don't want me to even get started on trying to locate my childhood records for the past twenty-four years.
Sunday, July 13
What's your favorite reality show?
Friday, July 11
I am fustrated with trying to find a way to get genetically tested for IT and an eye specialist that deals with what I have. Blah. I'm also sad about the whole baby front. I thought I was okay, but I'm not. I hope I can get out of this mood soon. I hate feeling funky. I feel so helpless.
Tomorrow NYEBoy and I are taking A to see WallE. I can't wait!
Tuesday, July 1
I vaguely remember the good ole days. Oh you know, the message boards, the cycle buddies, the TTC Cycle# signatures so full of hope, the reading of this, the daily 4 am use of this, the daily log in here, don't forget to check that, the stock piles of these and those, and oh my god all that fucking baby dust!
Then there was bottles of this, all of these, sex every day, sex every other day, sex once a week, sex once a year, oh forget it, what IS the reason for sex again?
At that point you finally start getting good news. But it doesn't just stop there, it keeps going, and going, and going, and well, you get the point.
So, you go to a doctor to find out what's wrong. Someone will tell you you're fine, then you will realize you have this. But everyone will tell you "Relax, you're young"!
But then, none of that matters because he will cheat, you will leave, and you'll have to start allllllllllll the way back over.
And the new guy will tell you those years don't count, you're with him now. It will be too soon for treatments or adoption, so you'll just have to wait missy!
You think the whole fourth year "fruits and flowers" will some how equal a baby? I guess only time will tell!