When I was little, I wanted to be a writer when I grew up. I’ve mentioned that twice in random online places the past few months and the response has been “are you writing now?” I can’t even bring myself to answer because it would be “ummm no. It’s all in my head”.
There is a lot I want to say. And so this is me getting started.
I started my morning at the dentist. When I was asked how it went, I responded: “I’m not sure how I’ve had a c-section and multiple other surgeries because I’m a total wimp when they scrape my teeth and then I’m cranky when it’s over because my teeth hurt.” I thought that was going to be the most annoying part of my day. I was wrong.
The afternoon found me at my RE trying to figure out why my hCG levels aren’t going down after my (third) miscarriage. After they called with my blood work results from yesterday (4th blood draw in a week) I decided that rather than end up in the ER again, I needed an ultrasound today. I have a great doctor, he checked, he listened, he talked and I felt better, although the problem wasn’t immediately solved. He’s direct and a bit irreverent. At the end he told me to have a stiff drink this weekend and screw. So I went home and did the drinking part. Needless to say, not much work has gotten done this week (or last week for that matter). More blood work on Monday.
Other random musings:
– I prayed for a few small joy moments today. On the way to the RE I ranted and raved that I wasn’t seeing the joy. An hour later I was sitting on our screened in porch with my husband, drinking wine and watching a storm roll in. Ah there was the joy in the midst of the storm.
– Another joy moment: sending the wrong person on Facebook messenger an update of the doctor’s visit. Luckily it was to someone who totally gets it and we exchanged quick catch up messages. I was so happy to hear about some of her recent joy.
– Mispronounced words by little kids. My 5 year old last night called them “frickels”. He wanted to know if his sunburn would give him frickles. So much joy in listening to him.