So where was I?
I stayed home from work on Tuesday. Still felt yucky and truthfully I think it was princess time related. This brings me back to my high school days where I would miss a day or two every month because of my stinking period. I was better by Wednesday and have been even better every day since. I hate using that as an excuse to miss work/school. Just because I’m a girl. Bah! I should be tougher than that and yet…not so much.
I did get in to the RE’s (reproductive endocrinologist) office to give my day three blood. No big deal. I was in and out in less than 5 minutes. I got my results today, not that they mean a lot to me right now. I need to talk with Dr. Google to really see what they mean, I think. My thyroid level was a 2.08, my Pro…something was 5.3, my FSH which is the follicle stimulating hormone was 9.5, and my EST…something was 50. The nurse said they were all in the normal range but she didn’t quantify/qualify high or low normals. I do know that a low FSH level is good and I think I read somewhere that it should be near 7 for optimum results. Bob’s appointment with the analyst is Wednesday at 2. Hopefully, he will make this appointment…I can only hope and pray. I was supposed to call and schedule the uterine dye test for right after my princess time, but I can’t take any more time off this month, especially with tax time just a week away. So, I will have to wait until after princess time next month for that one.
I also met with my counselor for the first time. It was nice, but the first time usually is. Mostly I just filled out forms and answered questions and scheduled an appointment for next week. She seems very kind and gentle and has a philosophy that I steer my own therapy and she will help. Sounds good to me. Of course, the day before my appointment I felt so good that I wanted to cancel. That always happens to me. I didn’t, and I will continue to go for a while. Sometimes it just helps to have someone listen me.
Tonight and tomorrow night I will be at a woman’s conference at my church. I was looking forward to it…last week. Today, not so much. I hope it’s not too emotional. I will judge the whole thing by tonight and if it’s not good, I won’t end up going tomorrow. I do look forward to seeing some of my church friends and getting some face time with them during the breaks. It’s one of my friend’s birthdays today and I got her a little something to celebrate. She’s had a very difficult year, so I hope this makes her smile.
Bob is still sad over the loss of Honor. He talked to someone at the service dog office and they told him they retired her and now she is at the farm of her puppy raisers, enjoying all farm life has to offer a dog. We tend to be kind of skeptical about that…it sounds too much like what parents tell their kids when they put the family dog down. They did leave the door open for him to have another dog and really wanted him to foster a dog this weekend but he just can’t right now. He DOES need to see his doctor though because since the fall he has been having some vision and memory problems. I am making an appointment for him for next week. He found out that he doesn’t need hernia surgery right away. The doctor said surgery is risky for him because of his neuromuscular disorder and medical history, so they are going to have him wait 3 months and then re-evaluate from there. Poor baby.
Work is getting crazier right now and while things aren’t as busy as they were last year or the year before, they are picking up. I miss the overtime I had last year. That helps pad the paycheck.
So, that’s the update. Oh, and Kathy, I am sorry about the crack about 40 sounding old. I just meant that it sounded old to be getting a first tattoo. Speaking of sounding old, while I was at the MDA Black and Blue Ball on Saturday getting my temporary tattoo, I told the chick to put it somewhere that would be fun for my husband to discover. She laughed and said her mom works at a nursing home and told her a story about a woman who dropped cookies down her blouse and when her mom tried to clean her up, the old woman laughed and said her husband Earl would help her get them out later. Then the tattoo chick laughed at the crazy old woman and said, “I mean, she was OLD! She had to be at least…60!” Wow! 60? Yeah, that IS old! Heh.