The one where I beg for mercy

by statia on March 17, 2006

Today is St. Patricks Day. But I bet you didn’t know that today is also “Statia is Bloaty McBloatypants day” as well. It really fits in with the Irish theme since my last name is McBloatypants. I’m finding that bending at the waist is becoming increasingly hard and painful. Do you know that bending is something you take for granted? Oh yes my friends, when you bend over to sit, or pick something up, cherish it, and think of me, the one who feels like she needs a pressure valve installed.

The meester and I went out with a coworker of mine for lunch. A coworker that knows what’s going on. When she told me she was going to be late for lunch, she cowered in fear at the thought of a hormonal backlash. I can honestly say, there really hasn’t been much in the way of hormonal bitchiness. In fact, I get way pissier when I’ve got PMS.

We’re back to the dr. tomorrow morning, and unfortunately, I just got word that my NK (natural killer) levels are elevated, in which they recommend IVIg, which if you remember, we’re against. My worry is that they will cancel our cycle if we tell them that we’re not interested in doing the transfusion. One more fucking thing to piss me off.

Wait, did I say I wasn’t hormonal?

{ 4 comments }

Kathy March 17, 2006 at 7:03 pm

So doing the “bend and snap” is out then right? ;)

*Bend……and SNAP!*

thalia March 18, 2006 at 4:54 am

Just print out that article I referenced and show them the quote about the buses and the taxis.

Hope you get to do what you feel is right.

skits March 18, 2006 at 6:05 am

Once again, I go scurrying off to google. (and once again, I wince for you.) Aren’t they terrified of what you will do to them if they cancel? They should be. Hormonal women are not to be trifled wth.

Sigh. I actually had an articulate though to put here, but Emma just grabbed me so I could take her outside to spit out a hairball, and I’ve since forgotten it.

Donna March 18, 2006 at 12:22 pm

What did your doctor say? Did you punch him in the nose? Inquiring minds wanna know.

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