Rain on my parade....
Today was frustrating to say the least. After I got to my gynecologist I found out that they had only scheduled me for a repeat Pap, not a full pelvic exam. I'll have to drive out there AGAIN in the next couple of weeks to have my pelvic. Not fun. Nobody wants a speculum shoved in them twice in one month for no good reason. I'm a little pissed at the scheduling mishap.
Also, while I was there my blood pressure was unusually high the first time they took it. They decided to take it again after my Pap (about ten minutes later) it had continued to spike during that time. Because of this lovely blood pressure phenomenon they would not prescribe me birth control... Until after I've been seen by my primary care physician and have WRITTEN CONSENT. I understand the precaution being taken, but it's more than a little frustrating.
I met Mama after the ordeal at the gyn for lunch. We went to an Old Chicago that we haven't been to for a while. Last summer when the HPV was discovered we ate there after one of my procedures. The waitress was so rude to us before we even got our drinks that we walked out. Today we decided it was probably safe, with the high turnover rate in restaurants she couldn't possibly still be working there right? Wrong. Her name is Jen. She's an awful waitress who completely forgot that I ordered a salad. Then when I (very politely) asked if I could have it before the meal came her immediate response was "Ok, ok, just calm down." I looked at Mama and we knew... It was her, the same bitchy waitress from before. That didn't make lunch very much fun.
I came home to a message on my machine letting me know that D and I didn't get the apartment we wanted. Now we'll have to start all over again, with the pressure that we have to find something within the next three weeks.
It wasn't an awful day or anything, just annoyance after annoyance. By 1 pm I'd had it. I haven't done anything since then that could be considered especially productive. I don't plan on starting now. I think maybe I'll get some sleep.
Today was frustrating to say the least. After I got to my gynecologist I found out that they had only scheduled me for a repeat Pap, not a full pelvic exam. I'll have to drive out there AGAIN in the next couple of weeks to have my pelvic. Not fun. Nobody wants a speculum shoved in them twice in one month for no good reason. I'm a little pissed at the scheduling mishap.
Also, while I was there my blood pressure was unusually high the first time they took it. They decided to take it again after my Pap (about ten minutes later) it had continued to spike during that time. Because of this lovely blood pressure phenomenon they would not prescribe me birth control... Until after I've been seen by my primary care physician and have WRITTEN CONSENT. I understand the precaution being taken, but it's more than a little frustrating.
I met Mama after the ordeal at the gyn for lunch. We went to an Old Chicago that we haven't been to for a while. Last summer when the HPV was discovered we ate there after one of my procedures. The waitress was so rude to us before we even got our drinks that we walked out. Today we decided it was probably safe, with the high turnover rate in restaurants she couldn't possibly still be working there right? Wrong. Her name is Jen. She's an awful waitress who completely forgot that I ordered a salad. Then when I (very politely) asked if I could have it before the meal came her immediate response was "Ok, ok, just calm down." I looked at Mama and we knew... It was her, the same bitchy waitress from before. That didn't make lunch very much fun.
I came home to a message on my machine letting me know that D and I didn't get the apartment we wanted. Now we'll have to start all over again, with the pressure that we have to find something within the next three weeks.
It wasn't an awful day or anything, just annoyance after annoyance. By 1 pm I'd had it. I haven't done anything since then that could be considered especially productive. I don't plan on starting now. I think maybe I'll get some sleep.
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