So, for about three weeks now I've been anxiously anticipating (READ: worrying endlessly) about a doctor's appointment. It involves catheters and dye and an ultrasound and MY FUCKING CERVIX and a warning from the doctor to take some ibuprofen a few hours before because the procedure can be, ahem, uncomfortable. Which, whatever. I begged a vicoden from a friend of mine who figured he could spare one and still get a painless evening's embibing at the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival.
The appointment is today. At 2:00PM. Only, I won't FUCKING BE THERE because for the first time in two months, my body has decided to function NORMALLY and Aunt Flo paid me a visit. Last night. Because my luck? It is of an UNUSUAL nature.
I've rescheduled for Thursday. Great. Another four days of anticipating. Or rather, worrying.
Oh yeah. We're buying ANOTHER house. Well, maybe. If my piss poor credit doesn't fuck it all up. We'll see. We've put in an offer. They've come back with a counter-offer. Contracts are being drawn up. I'm freaking out. Because the prospect of paying not ONE, but TWO mortgages is a little daunting. But we've already had numerous offers from potential renters, so I that's helping assuage my neurotic mind.
I'll keep you up to date. On the status of my uterus AND our potential purchase.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Fucking Twat...And Our House. Er Rather, HouseS...
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12 Leg Humps:
Wow, you sure do like piling the stress on yourself, don't ya? Best of luck on both issues. Pamper yourself the next few days, to help you relax :)
Phil
Echoes in a Nomad's Head
Is this the HSG?
I'm getting one done too, as soon as Aunt Flo shows up, so I can make the appt.
let me know how yours goes...
Denise
That's alot at one time.
I wish doctors would just say up front if it hurts like hell! Then the patient could brace herself!
Good luck darling.
I'm getting a vaginal ultrasound on Wednesday. Maybe a vicodin wouldn't hurt (not that this procedure hurts- but it might make it a little less icky! ha!)
I'll be thinking about you and hoping that the tests give the answers that the doctor needs.
Oh- and sending good house vibes your way too. :)
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I think a shot of tequila might help wash the Vicodin down and make it work a little better. Not that I've ever tried that or anything. I just IMAGINE that it might help. :)
Biting the doctor offers some relief too,
Good luck, honey.
I'm so sleepy... for a minute there, I thought you were taking out a mortgage on your uterus.
I have to go so bed.
'night!
Good luck with all :)
As revenge for the phone call incident, if Z-Boy is there at the time, you can wait for the doctor to say "You'll feel a little Prick" and respond with "It's OK, I'm used to that."
Its UNREAL how fucked up our reproductive system's senses of humor can be, isn't it? Pisses me OFF.
geez doll- talk about a full plate!!
how you doing today?
Holy cow. When it rains it pours, huh? What is up with all of us getting new houses?
I feel your pain, our new house payments start in roughly 6 weeks and we are hoping to sell the old house before then. Eeeeeek!!!!!
Vicodin, mmmmmmmmm... get someone to take you to the appointment and have the vicodin and a couple of shots of something, then maybe the appointment might be almost enjoyable. ;o)
BTW, when you do get around to the whole labor and delivery thing? (because I KNOW you will, I have great faith in you and your temporarily uncooperative loins) Take the drugs... not necessarily because of the pain (after all men couldn't handle the pain, we women can handle anything) but because it's fun and you can totally close your eyes and pretend that you are smashed silly on a lovely beach somewhere. :o)
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