Flotsam

Temperatures still preposterously high, and no sign of spotting. Test this morning was negative, with a chance of evaporation line. The clinic wants me to come in this afternoon for a beta and progesterone test. My money is still on a corpus luteum cyst, because that would be most annoying and inconvenient, and the most likely to seriously postpone my Letrozole cycle. However, if I were doing a sort of exacta box of outcomes, I would also include the possibility that I have a doomed beta of about 6 as well as the possibility that I will start my period sometime this afternoon—after I have my blood tests, but before I receive the results. This would ensure both that I have spent money on useless blood work, and that I will actually be bleeding when a nurse calls to tell me I am not pregnant.
Place your bets!

Nothing else to write about, except my idea for a breast cancer awareness campaign promoting self breast exams with the slogan “Check Yo Self (Before You Wreck Yo Self).” Ice Cube as spokesman, obviously.