Yes, I have heard. Loud and clear. Not just from all of you (thank you, BTW) but from my own sorry self. Today is my first full TCM-diet-gross-drink-mix free day. And, I am feeling much better already, although I am easing back into regular consumption. Already I feel the joint aches lessening, and the headaches too. Not to mention my oatmeal stayed put after breakfast.
Oh....it was an experiment, I suppose. And Ms. TCM had good intentions. She wants me to be as healthy as I can and she was trying to kick start some weight loss I think. Truth is, on that crap, I couldn't even walk down the stairs in my house, so how the hell am I supposed to be healthier? Mr. W is more than happy to give it the proverbial middle finger. I think we shall enjoy a glass of wine, a bite of cheese, and ceremoniously bid farewell to the pukey powder tonight.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Rice and Research
The TCM diet thingy stinks. I am beyond miserable and I cut out a lot of crap well before I started this, so I'm not buying the caffeine/wine/sugar withdrawals. Been there, done that months ago, thanks. Ms. TCM has me drinking this horrible nasty mix twice a day. It's some poor excuse for a rice-protein-vitamin drink. It's supposed to detoxify my liver. About the best I can do is detoxify my stomach because all I want to do is hurl it up. In any case, I am not feeling great. Horrible headaches, especially at night, and a strange bout with high blood pressure and heart palpitations a few nights ago. And I have incredible joint pain, like what I imagine arthritis to feel like. I stopped taking everything for a day and am gradually adding back the supplements I was on originally. But I think the rice powder and the diet have to go. Ugh.....
Today I called to schedule a consult for my 2nd second opinion. I guess that makes it a third opinion. Mr. W and I are trying to choose which clinic we will grace with our presence next (i.e. throw a bunch of money at). This time, the University clinic got the call. And would you believe they are 2 months out on consults? So I'm back to my investigative work again, if you see me poking around looking for your clinic scoop. (I'm holding out on CC.RM as a last resort.)
BTW, anyone catch the article in the WSJ last week about the lawsuits against bloggers for libel, slander, and copyright violations? Yeah...worth a read.
Today I called to schedule a consult for my 2nd second opinion. I guess that makes it a third opinion. Mr. W and I are trying to choose which clinic we will grace with our presence next (i.e. throw a bunch of money at). This time, the University clinic got the call. And would you believe they are 2 months out on consults? So I'm back to my investigative work again, if you see me poking around looking for your clinic scoop. (I'm holding out on CC.RM as a last resort.)
BTW, anyone catch the article in the WSJ last week about the lawsuits against bloggers for libel, slander, and copyright violations? Yeah...worth a read.
Friday, May 22, 2009
The Things People Say
And they don't even know it. Standing in a group of colleagues today, I mentioned a particularly long file I've been working on - 9 months to be exact. And then uninformed colleague #1 blurts it out with a perky smile. ".....Just like a pregnancy!"..... I was speechless and then angry. Then incredibly sad and I had to walk away.
Heard a lot of those comments this past week. From people in the know...people who should know better...people who should show a little tact.
Heard a lot of those comments this past week. From people in the know...people who should know better...people who should show a little tact.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
R & R in Hell
As in Rants and Raves. I really should be following Sprogblogger's Days of Grace regime. But instead, I'm going to bitch. And moan. And maybe then bitch some more.
1) I have been saddled with jury today. Yes, it's my civic duty. And yes, I almost always serve. And since they can only call us once every 2 years, I can almost count to the day when I will get called. The courthouse is 30 miles from my home and on a cheery Wednesday morning, that amounts to an hour and a half commute to get there by 8am. I'm self-employed - have been for 10 + years since I gave the corporate timeclock the middle finger. So not only do I hate having to be somewhere early (and fight traffic) but I don't get shit done for work. Breathe......And so there I was in the juror room...the absolute epitome of loserville. I am horrified that any of these people would ever be considered my peers, but ok, I'll do my time. And then the judge says.....Notice all the empty seats around you? We had a hard time getting jurors so most all of you will be called today. (Duh...a major holiday weekend is near and I feel my weekend plans are about to be destroyed).......And a few of you will be randomly selected to go to the circuit court in BFE (where I live and have just driven from). And yeah, I'm one of the random ones. Shocker. Hell, everything I do is random. So, I get to pay my $15 parking bill and haul my ass back to where I came from. All at my expense. And I automatically get another day of jury service (tomorrow) as the prize.
2) Some young blonde driving a car half the size of mine flipped me off this morning and layed on the horn on the freeway on-ramp. Ok, I cut her off, partly on accident, & partly because I could. I'm sure she's done something to deserve it. She's probably fertile.
3) Ms. TCM has me/us starting a new diet thingy. (As if the lack o' wine/chocolate/caffeine is not enough friggin torture.) Anyway the diet requires a special trip to Whole Foods - not just the regular Whole Foods I visit, but the special super duper BIG one, conveniently located near the courthouse. Since I'm there anyway, I decide to at least get my groceries for said hell diet. I have to read every freaking label. No dairy. No wheat, oat, barley, rye or gluten. No corn. No tomato. No peanuts. No sugar. No tofu or soy (too much estrogen, ok I get that one). No meat (except salmon, lamb, buffalo, turkey, & chicken on certain days [WTF? ] and only organic/hormone free....I get that part too.) And then the BEST part. The bill. $333. Of fucqing groceries. For maybe a week. And then I get soaked for another $5 in parking on my way out because although Whole Foods validates, it's only for 2 hours worth of shopping. And yes. It took me 2 1/2 hours to read all the fucqing labels and spend $333.
4) I was conveniently out of Roy.al Jelly and D.HEA. Would you believe I bought the LAST bottle of each at Whole Foods? Which means there are a hell of a lot of people like me buying this shit. They stock it like milk usually. Where are all of these people? Why can't I meet them? Why aren't some of them my friends IRL?
5) My bank called. My post office box was broken into almost 2 weeks ago and I had placed fraud alerts all over creation, and changed my bank account numbers. Someone claiming to be from XYZ bank where I have a line of credit called my regular bank to inquire about a disputed charge. Fortunately, my otherwise dense personal banker has moments of clarity and thought something was suspicious. Turns out, someone is trying to manipulate my two banks into giving up a refund of some amount to them. Unbelievable. In the mean time I spent 2 hours on the phone talking to both banks, freezing my NEW bank account until we could sort it out (which also froze my debit card at Whole Foods) and generally fucqing up the rest of the day.
6) I don't even want to start with the shit family and friends have pulled lately.
Meinsideout said she can't believe this is her life. God do I feel like that every day. EB says everyone around her is going through hell. We must know the same people. And the Angry Infertile just got the shittiest family crap dumped on her. And that doesn't even count the BFNs, M/Cs and cancels my other bloggy froggies are dealing with. Why is this happening to all of us? Why are we being punished? Haven't we all PAID upside down and sideways, financially and emotionally, spiritually and physically for this scum cloud hanging over us?
Sigh. It's a nice sunny day. I'm done for now. I think I'll go read Sprog's Day of Grace to attempt to refresh thyself. Poor unfortunate soul who gets me as their juror tomorrow. Clearly, I will not be their peer.
1) I have been saddled with jury today. Yes, it's my civic duty. And yes, I almost always serve. And since they can only call us once every 2 years, I can almost count to the day when I will get called. The courthouse is 30 miles from my home and on a cheery Wednesday morning, that amounts to an hour and a half commute to get there by 8am. I'm self-employed - have been for 10 + years since I gave the corporate timeclock the middle finger. So not only do I hate having to be somewhere early (and fight traffic) but I don't get shit done for work. Breathe......And so there I was in the juror room...the absolute epitome of loserville. I am horrified that any of these people would ever be considered my peers, but ok, I'll do my time. And then the judge says.....Notice all the empty seats around you? We had a hard time getting jurors so most all of you will be called today. (Duh...a major holiday weekend is near and I feel my weekend plans are about to be destroyed).......And a few of you will be randomly selected to go to the circuit court in BFE (where I live and have just driven from). And yeah, I'm one of the random ones. Shocker. Hell, everything I do is random. So, I get to pay my $15 parking bill and haul my ass back to where I came from. All at my expense. And I automatically get another day of jury service (tomorrow) as the prize.
2) Some young blonde driving a car half the size of mine flipped me off this morning and layed on the horn on the freeway on-ramp. Ok, I cut her off, partly on accident, & partly because I could. I'm sure she's done something to deserve it. She's probably fertile.
3) Ms. TCM has me/us starting a new diet thingy. (As if the lack o' wine/chocolate/caffeine is not enough friggin torture.) Anyway the diet requires a special trip to Whole Foods - not just the regular Whole Foods I visit, but the special super duper BIG one, conveniently located near the courthouse. Since I'm there anyway, I decide to at least get my groceries for said hell diet. I have to read every freaking label. No dairy. No wheat, oat, barley, rye or gluten. No corn. No tomato. No peanuts. No sugar. No tofu or soy (too much estrogen, ok I get that one). No meat (except salmon, lamb, buffalo, turkey, & chicken on certain days [WTF? ] and only organic/hormone free....I get that part too.) And then the BEST part. The bill. $333. Of fucqing groceries. For maybe a week. And then I get soaked for another $5 in parking on my way out because although Whole Foods validates, it's only for 2 hours worth of shopping. And yes. It took me 2 1/2 hours to read all the fucqing labels and spend $333.
4) I was conveniently out of Roy.al Jelly and D.HEA. Would you believe I bought the LAST bottle of each at Whole Foods? Which means there are a hell of a lot of people like me buying this shit. They stock it like milk usually. Where are all of these people? Why can't I meet them? Why aren't some of them my friends IRL?
5) My bank called. My post office box was broken into almost 2 weeks ago and I had placed fraud alerts all over creation, and changed my bank account numbers. Someone claiming to be from XYZ bank where I have a line of credit called my regular bank to inquire about a disputed charge. Fortunately, my otherwise dense personal banker has moments of clarity and thought something was suspicious. Turns out, someone is trying to manipulate my two banks into giving up a refund of some amount to them. Unbelievable. In the mean time I spent 2 hours on the phone talking to both banks, freezing my NEW bank account until we could sort it out (which also froze my debit card at Whole Foods) and generally fucqing up the rest of the day.
6) I don't even want to start with the shit family and friends have pulled lately.
Meinsideout said she can't believe this is her life. God do I feel like that every day. EB says everyone around her is going through hell. We must know the same people. And the Angry Infertile just got the shittiest family crap dumped on her. And that doesn't even count the BFNs, M/Cs and cancels my other bloggy froggies are dealing with. Why is this happening to all of us? Why are we being punished? Haven't we all PAID upside down and sideways, financially and emotionally, spiritually and physically for this scum cloud hanging over us?
Sigh. It's a nice sunny day. I'm done for now. I think I'll go read Sprog's Day of Grace to attempt to refresh thyself. Poor unfortunate soul who gets me as their juror tomorrow. Clearly, I will not be their peer.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
DIY IUI #1 BFN
It's not like I'm that surprised. It was an entertaining thought while it lasted, though.
(BTW, if you missed that post, read back a few days.)
(BTW, if you missed that post, read back a few days.)
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Ear Seeds
Yes, I'm wearing them. Ms. TCM stuck them to my ears yesterday at my appointment. I have 3 on each side and they trigger acupressure points. I can push on them gently through-out the day. Gently is the operative word. Mr. W thought he'd poke them hard and I hauled off and smacked him one when he did! So yes, they hurt when over stimulated.
And yes, we are speaking again but it's tense. And he was moody again after the TCM session. I asked him how the acupuncture went. He said fine. I asked him if he fell asleep. He said no. Busted! Ms. TCM told me he was snoring in the other room. Gosh, this TCM shit must really suck for him.
And yes, we are speaking again but it's tense. And he was moody again after the TCM session. I asked him how the acupuncture went. He said fine. I asked him if he fell asleep. He said no. Busted! Ms. TCM told me he was snoring in the other room. Gosh, this TCM shit must really suck for him.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Jury is Still Out
I survived 8 hours of depositions by 8 different attorneys today. Mr. W only got to watch, and in fact, they decided not to depose him at all. A small (very small) weight has been lifted.
And I almost forgot to notice I am 9dpo and DIY IUI. Jury is still out. No pun intended.
And I almost forgot to notice I am 9dpo and DIY IUI. Jury is still out. No pun intended.
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