Friday night I returned home from work just before 9:00 p.m. I realize that for many of you, this is not an unusual occurrence. However, I start work at 6:30 in the morning, so, for me…it is.
I was there at the behest of the attorney on my tiny jurisdictional team, who gets into the office […]
I made my deadline—pages have been mailed to the state for revision and approval. I am not sure how, exactly, but 1:00 yesterday afternoon found me carrying a stack of 1,511 pieces of paper (I was sure they were going to fall in a huge rustling sheaf, but they didn’t) down two flights of stairs […]
Each morning, I dress in the dark, so as not to wake The Nearly. This morning, after shuffling about looking for socks and smacking my shin into things, I stumbled out into the living room and turned on the light. There, before me, was what looked like the scene of a tiny horror movie. Drops […]
Walking to my car in the morning, I tend to look fearfully over my shoulder and clutch my wrap about me. It is, after all, before sunrise, and the darkness, combined with living in what is known as a “transitional neighborhood” (meaning precariously perched between areas of impossible affluence and impassible poverty) brings out the […]
Wednesday morning my favorite nurse, Nurse Compassionate Concern, called me at work. The supplies for my 24-hour Pee-a-thon had arrived, and could be picked up anytime before 4:00. I enquired about the results of Monday’s test.
“Err…about that,” said Nurse CC.
It seems that Monday’s test, the one with the fasting and the vial of platinum and […]
After Wednesday’s appointment I walked to my car thinking that I was Capital-D-Done.
Done.
Done before I had even started, actually. I know you are probably all laughing at me, but it really seemed like too much, and I was tired of working so hard towards something and hearing again and again “We don’t know what is […]
Once upon a time, last Wednesday, in a pair of stirrups far, far away, I had my first appointment with my spry and youthful RE.
My new RE doesn’t get a snarky nickname. I would call her Dr. Where Have You Been All My Life, but Pru has already taken that one, so I will just […]
I have an anxiety disorder. I have panic attacks during which each minute feels tortuous and impossible, and I am not sure how I will last the hour. During these spells, I want to claw my way out of my skin, and am certain that I will feel that way forever, which I know I […]
Yesterday I encountered, for the first time, promotional stirrup covers. Are you familiar with these? Little mittens that slip over the stirrups in an exam room, little mittens advertising pharmaceutical products?
I found them peculiar. Have pharmaceutical companies found these to be effective? Do women nestling themselves in for a wanding see these promotional stirrup mittens […]
I want to talk about Mare’s recent post. One thing that seems to thread through many women’s experiences with infertility is the accusation of “obsession.” Sometimes it comes from a husband or a Nearly—benignly, as in “Can’t we have a nice dinner without talking about your recent wanding or the impending beta of some blogger […]
So, the other night, The Nearly was watching an episode of Real Time With Bill Maher as I sat across the room chuckling at my site stats, which had just informed me that some fine person had happened across my blog by searching for the word “Slutbitch” (you’ve come to the right place, my friend). […]
I have an appointment with the young associate of the Fancy RE next Wednesday. I am anticipating that she will start me on Metformin, and, as it is my understanding that the…er…unpleasant…side effects of said drug are greatly exacerbated by rich or carbohydrate-laden foods, I am trying to have my fill of them while I […]
I am sure you have all read about this on the websites of other bloggers much cleverer and more articulate than myself.
To clarify who would be affected by the bill:
“The bill does not apply to assisted reproduction in which the child is the genetic child of both of the intended parents”
So if you are […]
I remember learning, in the third grade, about voluntary and involuntary muscle responses, and how the mind controls the functions of the body. The leg bone is connected to the hip bone is connected to the next bone and so on, all the way up the chain of command to my brain, my clever, capable […]
Well, I have been tagged.
THE RULES:
1. Go into your archive.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag five people to do the same.
Here is the 5th sentence of my 23rd post:
“This is useful in providing some context for future […]
