Okay, seriously. When someone’s only job is to correctly schedule super-important, date-specific medical procedures, and they mess it up…they really need to find another line of work.
Argh.
I had – HAD – my HSG appointment scheduled for yesterday afternoon. I had already requested a half day off from work, I brought all the Motrin with me; everything was ready.
And then I get a phone call around 9am.
Turns out, the woman looking over the appointments for that day noticed a problem with mine. See, HSGs have to happen on a certain day of your cycle, early enough so they don’t interfere with ovulation, but late enough in the cycle to be clear of all, uh…residue…from your period. Any additional gunk down there can lead to infections – they’re literally shoving a catheter up into your uterus and fallopian tubes and like things as sterile as possible.
When I called and scheduled it – like I was supposed to – on the first friggin’ day of my cycle, the man counted the days and set up my appointment for yesterday. For yesterday.
But – the woman who was getting all the appointments ready yesterday noticed that he scheduled me for ONE DAY LATE. He miscounted. They’re supposed to happen between days 7-8, or something like that. I was literally one day late, and couldn’t do the test. They couldn’t risk it messing with my ovulation.
So, due to some moron’s inability to compute second grade math, I have to wait another month to see what’s going on.
I know it shouldn’t bother me so much. I’ve waited this long, right? What’s one more month?
But it does bother me. I’m 33 years old. How many more months do I really have?? And now I can’t do anything but wait. I had just started really getting proactive, searching out doctors, hopping on the infertility train and seeing where it takes us…and now we’re delayed a month. It drives me crazy.
Well, silver linings: instead of having a medical procedure yesterday afternoon, I did the next best thing: bought a bottle of rum and headed to a friend’s house to vent.
The hangover is *almost* gone.
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