Crikey. Random wandering (originally typed as wanding), grumpy post. Perhaps with lightening by the end.
It has been a hard week around here. After the post on Sunday I went into a bit of a depressive slide, which is ok because having a miscarriage and starting another IVF is depressing, but alas, it was not fun. In addition my back was out in an odd way that made it really painful to sit, sleep or breathe. I got some relief Monday, but it has been an uphill battle around here. Not to mention the buckets of snot in my head. Hello? What the Fuck? I don't have a cold, the drugs are doing me no good. I demand, uh, I don't know, fairness in mucus production? Yeah, right.
Tuesday I went to the eye doctor, and low and behold, what was previously considered dry eyes of pregnancy (exactly the same symptoms when I went in June, mind you) was now an infection. No shit Sherlock. So my reefer madness eye is fading back to white in the whites, if you know what I mean. Oh yeah, and the republican convention was kind of sucking my soul out through my pores. Painful. However, Mr. John Stewart helped a lot when he called Chris Matthews a lying sack of shit (after showing him contradicting himself). That gave me a boost. I wanted to grind their snotty little faces in the shit they were slinging, but alas, nobody asked me. Thank goodness my proxy JS was on the job.
Now to the infertility portion of grumpiness. Where the hell is my stupid period? No, I'm not pregnant. Really. I tested again. And when it came out negative I took a huge handful of decongestants. If I apply a q-tip to the canal I get a faint staining of bloodish, uh, stain, but no flow. I'm assuming it will gather force by tomorrow and be the first day of the cycle, and then wanding on Sunday. I already scheduled it. Our clinic has two offices, one of which is open only during the week. The other one is about 35 minutes away, so having a 7am appointment would not be kosher on a Sunday. I want my husband to come with me so that if there is bad or mixed news (a big honkin' cyst) I don't have to deal with it alone.
I have all my meds in the fridge, all my syringes ready to poke me, and a now all I need is the blood! BWAHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAH!