Happy Friday bloggers. (Or for you Australians, happy Saturday morning...)
Sitting here with a martini reflecting on the crazy IF week. Cancelled cycles, traumatized wife, death threats against me, my job stressing me out big time, and to top it all off, my 2 year old is hunched over, holding her crotch and yelling "Boo Boo". (Not quite sure what to do about that one...wife is calling the appropriate people.)
Just to update you in the event you may be interested, we called Dr. Buttmunch's office and told them we want to sit down with the good doctor to discuss our care. Seems like a straightforward request - we are his patients, after all. And, it seems to me that many of you have just this kind of conversation with your RE every single day.
The nurse said she'd be happy to book a meeting with our doctor. Next available appointment: October 25th. That's 7 f'ing weeks away. Does that make sense to you?
So we called our old RE, CityDoc. Can he see us? Sure, come on in. September 22. That's TWO weeks. We can get into a doctor we are not USING in 2 weeks. The doctor responsible for our CURRENT CARE? 7 weeks.
So we are feeling pretty good about our decision to go to CityDoc.
Feeling less good about my daughter's "boo boo" in her netherregion. If that 3 year old in the leather jacket down the street gave her something, I swear to God...