Challenge Accepted!

My Good Friend has Challenged me to post "something happy"

Resisting the urge to type HAPPY and leave it at that I have accepted said challenge:

A Random List of Things that make me smile:


Babies

My Dogs when they greet me all excited like when I get home

Major thunder and lightning storms

My husband, every single day

A warm fire on a cold day

A cold Bevvy on a hot day

Stupid people when they do stupid things that do not affect me in any way shape or form

Sunshine

My nephew, especially when he says words with hard T’s in them like waTer, or when he calls me ridiclious Aunty

A clean house (particularly one I did not clean myself)

My fat cat when he hollers at…everything

The sound of rain on a tin roof

Being completely goofy with my sister

Puppies, Kittens… baby fuzzy things in general

Friends who drop by work with tea

My entire family playing a game together or sitting around arguing, laughing, generally just being together

Playing Rockband with good friends when their kids go to bed

Accomplishing a major work project

Feeling wanted versus feeling needed

My Brother in-laws shocked face

Homemade wine … alright, any wine

Having such a large list of things that make me smile and knowing there are more...

Hell Week

So it was the second week from hell (yes I’m aware its only Thursday).


Week one was pins and needles time, its getting to that time of the year when my rollercoaster boss is on his down swing.

Then, after a small weekend respite of staying up too late and being bitchy to my husband because I was still stressed and now over tired, I started into week two.

Week Two was watching deadline after deadline slip away and not being able to meet any of them. Why shouldn’t everything that could go wrong go wrong….all at once.

Catch Phrase of the week: “Okay, well I will do that for you/get it fixed” *under breath* Cause I don’t have anything else I need to be doing or anything.

Monday I did well, I was stressed but not completely, I was determined to prevail. I dealt with my stress by going to the gym. Sweat out the stress…apparently this helps.

Tuesday I was a bit more bogged down, feeling bitchy, tired, under-slept and ready to crack. (yes I said under-slept and tired… I was THAT tired) I dealt with my stress by going into a whirlwind at home. I did laundry, tidied bedrooms, did the dishes, made lunches, took out bottles… all done with much banging and crashing and harrumphing of course. I even started on litter boxes but had worked myself up so much at that point that my husband took over for fear I might actually explode… which is a mess no one wants to clean up.

Wednesday came…and it stayed. It was the crux. It was not a hump day it was a mountain. I climbed that fucking thing all damn day and when I finally made it I came crashing down the other side. I caved, I got home bruised and broken and gave up. I dealt with my stress the way I always deal with my stress. I ate damn good fattening food, I drank the last of everything we had in the house (luckily it wasn’t all that much) and I smoked. Yes, I admit it I smoked. I guilted the shit out of myself already for it but at the time I didn’t care. It was a pity party for one and guilt was not invited.

So today is Thursday, the Thursday after my lapse back to self indulgent behavior as a coping method for stress and you know what? I feel great. I didn’t sleep enough, I’m still pushing deadlines but the mountain has been conquered, and the stress demon has been fed its allotment of indulgence.

Basically in a nutshell I’m still fucked the difference is now… I don’t really care!

Email To My Sister

Often I start an Email to my sister and then it ends up being really long, or amusing and I decide to post it. So often (you know back when I posted to the blog) that I thought I should rename it Emails to My Sister. Instead… I will just title them that.


So the time has come to go back to the makeababy doctor.

Well, the time came a few months ago but apparently it is impossible to get there. I call to make an appointment and apparently they are only open between the hours of 2:15am and 4:35am but only on Odd days in the Chinese calendar when the moons of Jupiter are waning.

Or something equally as difficult for a person who rarely remembers to make appointments and feels that when I finally do there should be someone there to answer my call. If I’m working why aren’t they?

So somehow the planets Aligned and I managed to call during business hours.

"Oh, We’re sorry but you haven’t been here in a while you have to get another referral."

What? Why? I was referred, I came, I saw, I did blood work, I took drugs, I took a break and now I have to start all over again?

"Well, when treating a new issue you need to get referred again."

What new issue? It’s the same damn issue? We would like to make a baby…and we can’t no change.
Ya she doesn’t care. All she cares about is getting off the phone with me.

So now I realize that I have to make an appointment with My doctor, to get my doctor to ask the makeababy doctor if I can make an appointment. ~sigh~

So I call my doctor.

Wait… do I need a prescription refill? I think I do. Hmmm, to get that refill I need to get my blood tested. Okay, two birds with one stone here I’ll make the appointment for the referral and the refill and get my blood tested before the appointment good to go!

Hahahaha… no no, FAR too well planned out!!

Appointment made I leave work early to make the blood clinic…and hit every red light between work and the clinic. I arrive 7 minutes after it closes. Not actually so bad really, since I didn’t go and get the blood test form before going. Ok. I will go in the morning before I go to work.

I get up get ready get out and am on my way to the blood clinic by 7:15… without any paperwork. Turn around, go home get the paper go back. Stare at the paper… what the hell is all this shit for? This is supposed to be a simple Thyroid test… this is not the right blood work. Is it? Maybe? I’m not a doctor, I can’t read the Sanskrit and Egyptian symbols they have checked off.

I say screw it and I wait. I wait with 9 other people in front of me one of who has decided that we need to be chatted at. I’m really not sure who she was talking to but she talked… loudly… non…fucking…stop. I could hear her while her blood was being drawn!

But I digress. My number finally gets called, I hand in my paperwork and ask, “is this for thyroid?” No. It’s for Liver. Liver? Oh, right, back before my gallbladder was removed and they needed to check my liver enzyme level-madoohickies.
Soooo a completely useless blood test now.

I tell the lady my dilemma. She looks quite unsympathetic to my plight. I say, if I can’t get my thyroid tested today then my appointment on Friday will be to get another blood form in order to get my blood tested in order to make another appointment to get a prescription and get a referral for another appointment.

She blinks. I smile. She sighs… I look at the clock, I’ve been here for over half an hour… she says… I did NOT do this…and checks off the Thyroid box. (TSH on the Sanskrit blood test sheet for those of you who may need to doctor your own form.)

So one blood test down, one appointment to go in order to wait for the referral to get another appointment.

And so it starts again...