Dr Drama

Here it is Thursday. And all I got for calling was this lousy.....Oh wait. Nothing! Because my Dr's office couldn't even be bothered to call me back. On top of that, my pharmacy called yesterday to inform me that they were trying to get the DR to fill my script, but her nurse said it was a "difficult situation" What's so difficult about refilling a provera prescription. It's not like it's weed! (Although, at this point, if I thought it would give me a period.......) AHHHHHHHH!! Boy are they going to get a nasty letter! So, my co-worker also has PCOS and goes to another obgyn in town who actually also has PCOS. Sounds like a perfect match, right? I called their offices yesterday, and it turns out, once again DR. W has screwed me over. When I went to her the first time she made me transfer to her practice. Apparently Dr. D's practice does not take people who have switched to Dr W's office. (My first obgyn ever, the one who diagnosed me was not very helpful or knowledgeable, and has since left Dr. D's practice, so I don't see what this could hurt)

It is now Saturday. When I began this post, I had just called my primary care physician, to inform them of Dr. W's negligence, and ask if they could squeeze me in, or prescribe me some provera. Miracle of Miracles, not two hours later, DR W's nurse finally called back and very sweetly told me all I had to do was poas at the office and they would prescribe the provera, and that she had no idea why things had taken so long......... So I set foot in that office for the last time (amusedly thinking about the nasty call my primary care Dr must've given them), poas, and walked out victoriously with my period inducing pills. I'm on day two of ten, and it will most likely take another week before I get my period, and a week or two after to ovulate..... if I ovulate. But at least we're moving along a little here!

Please validate me!

So, the saga with darn Dr. W continues. Yesterday I called her office 2 x's and had my pharmacy call and fax. Nothing. So today, I have my pharmacy call and fax again, and I call 2 x's. No call back. Right before I go to work I get the brilliant idea to call the appointment line, just so I get a real person. Voila! I finally am connected with the phone nurse who rudely informs me that Dr. W has still not given an answer, and it isn't her fault about that. (No sympathy from her, just rudeness, and I must say I was very nice, so what's up with that?!) She tells me the Dr is out and wont be back in until Thursday. To call back then. I ask what I should do in the meantime, is this normal to have to wait for three weeks on a prescription?! "I guess not" she concedes. So I'm calling back on Thursday.

I am fairly new to this bugging Dr's to do their job routine, am I being unrealistic to be upset that they have not called in the prescription, or is this the way it just is. I haven't had a period since Oct 16!!!! This is ridiculous! Uggggggggggg!

Quickie

This is a quickie post just to inform you that my hubby is sitting at the end of the bed, reading a book on conceiving and getting ready to be parents. He informed me today he no longer wants to use protection and what happens happens. He wants to be a dad. :-) I'm on cloud 7. If Dr. W would call me back we could bump it up to cloud 9.

Impostor!!!

Happy news: Down another pound. Yay.

Angry News: Called Dr. again today to remind them I am still waiting for that provera script. No call back. I am going to call them every day until they give me the darn thing, then write a nasty letter, then find a new doctor. This is stinkin ridiculous!

And the point of this post:

So Ana came over to day, and we did a old wives tale gen.der pre.diction test, the one where the momma to be pees in a cup of cry.stal dra.no. Pretty interesting, but no conclusive results. Guess she'll just have to wait (or spend the 30$ on the intell.igen.der test). Her little belly pokes over the front of her pants and its ever so cute. I am oh so jealous, but still excited for her, I think she's the first person I've felt like this for. She and her bf don't have much money to buy baby stuff, so I have been wanting to make her a quilt. I went to Targ.et today to look for material to make the quilt out of , and I swear people looked at me and grimaced as they saw me stand there in the baby aisle. Maybe it was because of the longing look I had on my face. Or perhaps it was because of the way my not so little tummy pooched over the front of my pants in it's obviously barren glory. Whatever the reason, they looked, and I'm sure thought "Impostor! You don't belong here in this aisle. Sad woman, go get a life, leave us and our adorable children to the baby aisle where we belong" I left the store without any material, only aheart full of longing that can't be quenched...........

What's a chiweenie?

I am a proud puppy mommy to two little brown dogs. #1 is Buddy, a dasuchund we adopted from the shelter about 3 years ago when he was 3 years old. Although he is only about six he acts like he's a very old dog. He likes to bury himself under blankets and sleep all day.
#2 is Samson, a chiweenie we got a year and a half ago when he was 8 weeks old. A chiweenie is a dauschund chiuaua mix. Samson is a little ball of energy. His favorite things to do are; torturing Buddy, tearing up tissues, and rearranging pillows, rugs, blankets, and tablecloths.

Hubby and I refer to these two as "the puppies" and for now they are our only "children".

Still no word from Dr W. Am getting pretty annoyed and tired of waiting. As for weight loss, I gained about 4 lbs over New years, but have successfully lost them and 1 extra. Need to loose 9 more before the month is over!

This is not my job....

So we got two new clients at work this week. Twin 2yearolds. They are precious, and a little behind developmentally, so it is like they are babies (compared to our big guys anyway) This morning the little girl was so sleepy all she wanted to do was be held and snuggle. My coworker and I happily obliged the little princess! I kept thinking about how it couldn't possibly be my job to hold a this little girl, or tickle her darling brother. And then I thought about how I had similiar feeling when my bigger guys first came to us, and then I began to think about when they all grow up. And to some extent it made me sad. I know that with the intervention we provide they will undoubtedly have a better chance at "normal" than they would have without it. But will they live alone? Get jobs? Have friends? Drive? Get married? For some I believe they will, but for others, I know the answers are probably no. And it breaks my heart. This beautiful children may never learn to adapt to this hard world. I pray a cure is found. And I especially pray that a cause is found so we can stop this epidemic. Autism affects 1 in 110 children, and 1 in every 70 boys. 1 in 70. And no cure or even cause has been found. The only link is a genetic one (but they don't know which genes are involved) and the only intervention scientifically proven effective is ABA. There has to be more answers out there.

Ok. Stepping off soapbox. Putting soapbox in corner and moving on. New grad class started Wed, and I am trying super hard to finish my two incomplete classes so this class does not last forever as those have. On top of that, it's been 3 months since AF now, and DR. W will not return my calls about a provera script. I really really want to see some progress here, but other than a measly ten lbs, metformin seems to be doing nothing, and my body seems to be in some sort of revolt. Praying I get a callback on Monday. Off to do homework. 'Night blogger friends.

Brrrr!

In Florida it's not unusual to be able to wear shorts at least once a week year-round. Not so this year! When I got in my car this morning the water bottle I had left in the cupholder was frozen solid! All my plants seem to be dying *AND* the weather channel is predicting snow flurries tomorrow evening. Craziness!

Have been calling DR. W for a prover script, since AF has not visited in exactly 83 days. I am tired of waiting to start a new cycle, and I can tell my hormones are extra out of wack.

Yesterday I went with PG friend, we'll call her Ana for the purposes of this blog, to her 11 week appt. The doctor did an ultra.sound and it was pretty darn cool! I am getting better about this whole thing, and for the most part yesterday I was genuinley excited and happy for her, and not too sad for myself. Not to say that I didnt wish it was me laying on the table listening to my baby's heartbeat, because I so did. But I was also excited for her to see her child, and find out all good things. :-) One day it will totally be my turn.

I'll leave you with this, a pic at the beach on New Year's day. Every new year should start out this beautiful!