I’m typing this instead of working out

Because guys. GUYS. I am so goddamn tired and it is just Tuesday.

Sunday night I only got about 3-4 hours of sleep because the cats were out of food (which I didn’t realize until i got out of bed yesterday morning). When the cats are out of food, all bets are off. They go from being sweet, docile, loving furry snuggle babies to acting like gremlin’s who’ve been fed after midnight (except they haven’t, heh. heh heh).

So anyway, yesterday started off in the disadvantage column right off the boot. Then I went to work until 1:30 where things are pretty busy because we’re about to hire a new person (I’m going in early for the next three days and not leaving early because we have about 20 interviews. FOR A PART TIME EMPLOYEE). At 1:30 I had to leave for the HSG.

Disclaimer: My experience was bad. That doesn’t mean yours will be. Don’t panic.

I showed up at the Radiology place where I’d never been before and signed in, did all the paperwork, blah blah blah. Stuff I’ve done, at this point, a million times before. I really wasn’t too stressed out about it. The first thing that gave me a bad feeling was the fact that the TV was on and BLARING Let’s Make a Deal. Now, I’m not saying they should be playing funeral dirges or anything, but at that moment, when I’m about to have a procedure that does have some say in whether or not I ever get to have a baby, I didn’t need people riding around in dragon cars (yeah, that happened) in my head. I also thought that I wasn’t the only one with something semi-serious happening there today, and maybe their choice of entertainment was a little garish.

So anyway, eventually the technician came and got me and I got changed. She was sweet-very considerate. She described everything (as if I hadn’t Dr. Googled it) and said that discomfort levels “vary”. There was also an issue about the fact that the front desk hadn’t made me do a pregnancy test, even though I’m three weeks past my period. I kept having to reassure her that there was no way I was pregnant, I was on lupron and norethindrone, and that for goodness sake if I couldn’t get pregnant for two years OFF of lupron there was no way it was going to happen ON lupron.

Then the radiologist came in. And he was a jerk.

I’ve been pretty lucky in the doctor and nurse department. Everyone I’ve dealt with has been sensitive and kind to how difficult IF is. Everyone else has realized that on some days it feels like a goddamn marathon just to make it through. Just to live your life with the weight of knowing that maybe it’s not going to happen for you. Or maybe it’s going to be fucking expensive to the point that once you HAVE the kid, you can’t AFFORD the kid. Everyone else, but this guy.

He literally TAPPED the speculum three times when he put it in just to make sure it was in there (which HURT). Then he had to yank it out and TAP it in again. I’ve had speculums inserted before (haven’t we all?) and no one has ever tapped it in. I’m sorry, but I call bullshit on that. Then he was just about as sensitive putting the catheter in. Then when the dye went in, I had instant, strong cramps. The technician saw me clenching up and starting to tear up and was understanding, and I know he was doing his job and didn’t have time to come up and hold my hand, but if it had been my OBGYN he would have said “I’m sorry, I know this hurts. It’s going to be over in just a minute. Hold tight for me” Or something to that effect.

Or at the very least, when it was all over, he wouldn’t have yanked the speculum and catheter out, and left the room calling out behind him “Your tubes are clear”.


I’m sorry, but when I’m paying you a lot of money for a new and inventive way to VIOLATE me, you can stay for one minute and say “I know that hurt, but the good news is your tubes are clear. Best of luck”, or some other phrase that would take ten seconds of your time and one small ounce of humanity.

So that wasn’t good. Then I went home and cried, because when I called Chief to tell him I was leaving the Radiology clinic, he didn’t ask how I was, or how it went. He doesn’t do this because he doesn’t care-he does this because sometimes (and I say this with love) he’s just dumb. And don’t worry, I nailed him for it. I reminded him that he’s had to do NOTHING difficult in the pursuit of having a child, in fact, all he’s had to do is have SEX with me, so he can be a little sympathetic and, oh HELL, INTERESTED or CONCERNED in what’s going on. He probably got more than he deserved, but after that radiologist the last thing he needed to do was not ask me how I was or how it went.

So then I went home and got in bed for a little while. The cramping was pretty much gone by the time the drive home was over, but I still needed my bed. I had to do a presentation about the library for work at a home that was 45 minutes away from mine that night, and I just needed a minute to get past the crap that was my afternoon. That meeting didn’t start until 7:45 and I didn’t make it home until 9:30. To Chief’s credit, he ordered my favorite pizza and had it waiting when I got home, despite the fact that pizza is expensive in our area and we are tight on funds until payday this week. I’m not mad at him anymore, but oh hell was I.

I fell into bed about 10:30 and was asleep around 10:31, and when the gym alarm went off at 6:00 am I tried to get up. I really did. I even stood up, walked around the house gathering my gym clothes, but I just couldn’t WAKE up. It wasn’t until around 6:30 that I felt awake enough to even type this, and I have to start getting ready at 7:00, so there was no time at that point to make it to the gym. And this is the first time that’s happened in quite a while. I’m having a lot of guilt about it, because missing workouts is not the way to go. But I’m trying to also remind myself that missing one won’t make me gain back the 46 pounds I’ve lost this year. And I’m going to try to make myself go after work-although no promises on that. I have an eleven hour work day tomorrow and a nine hour one today and Thursday. Friday I’m supposed to have off for Chief’s birthday, although I told my boss if we needed to schedule an interview in the morning we could, but I’d like to make that last resort because, damn it, I need a day. I just really need a day.

And now I have to go to work, and run the marathon again.


Everything that’s ever happened happened in the past two weeks

That might be a slight exaggeration, but perhaps not.

So as you guys know, I got the assistant manager gig. HOORAH! Hard work and lots of school really DOES pay off at some point 😀

The transition hasn’t been the easiest. Some people have been resistant. At some point I might type a private post about that. You know how paranoid I am about internet spies. But at the end of the day I’m where I need and genuinely believe I deserve to be, and that’s what I keep telling myself.

Also, I have even more work to do than I did before. I’m not really losing any responsibilities as a programmer, I’m just gaining new responsibilities as a manager. Which is fine, staying busy makes the day go faster after all.

In IF updates, the update is that I have no updates. No Lupron side effects that I can notice. I’ve had some problems sleeping, but I can’t tell if that’s from stress or Lupron. The progesterone has been fine. My boobs have even stopped hurting. And I think my hair looks so much better, so I’ll miss that aspect of it. The bummer is that I get to have the shoot-dye-up-my-vagina test on Monday to see if my tubes have remained unblocked since the surgery. It seems soon since it’s only been two months, but this is what the doctor said to do, and far be it from me to disagree. I’m concerned about insurance paying for it, but they paid for it on my surgery day (I think) so I’m just going with it.

Speaking of my surgery, my anesthesiologist has billed me, my surgeon has billed me. You know who HASN’T billed me? The freaking hospital. And I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to remind them or anything. But it’s really weird. I haven’t even gotten notification from my insurance company that they’ve been billed, but I know they have been because the anesthesiologist only took half the deductible, which would mean if the hospital hadn’t billed I would have had to pay all the surgeon’s fee, and I only had to pay 20%. I’m on an 80/20 plan, which means that the hospital must have billed.

So why haven’t I gotten a bill? I payed a $300 down payment, but that shouldn’t have covered everything after deductible. I think I should owe another $400 or so.

Insurance is SOOO fun.

In fitness news, I’m down 45 pounds. It’s SOOOO slow now. So slow. But at least it’s still moving. I’ve started doing quarter mile sprints on the elliptical. They are HARD. But I think they’ll be worth it. Upping the intensity seems like the logical next step. My muscles are hurting, and last night I had one of those never ending dreams where I’m being chased. I keep thinking the two must be related :-/

I’ll update you guys after the super fun vagina-dye test. At least I’m getting an afternoon off out of the deal….