So, I took a mental health afternoon today. TMI alert, by the way. The cycle of Clomid didn’t have the desired effect and I don’t know why and frankly, it was just too depressing. So, when Gene said “Why don’t you take the afternoon off?” I decided that he had a good idea. We went out for lunch, played SkeeBall, bought caramel apples and then went home.
“What do you want to do?” Gene asks me.
“Let’s go to Barnes & Noble and then go home,” I reply.
“I meant metaphysically,” he said. (Metaphysically?)
Dunno. This was round 4 and some doctors won’t go past 4 rounds (and most won’t go past 6) so I’m feeling a little under the gun.
Speaking of, do you know what’s annoying? Getting a negative on a pregnancy test, going back to bed, waking up to find Sarah Palin’s teenage daughter on Good Morning America yammering about teen pregnancy. I defy any of you to have this happen and NOT give the TV the finger.
(Disclaimer: I know that it could be worse in a million different ways and I’m fortunate in a million different ways but…ugh).
(Diva trick = Doing something hideously self involved, such as taking the afternoon off of work for something so stupid).