My Brand of Evil Has Less Sodium

Briefly, because it makes my freakin' skin crawl to think about, I will relate yesterday's events to you regarding Jef's doctor visit:

Doctor E's office screws up blood test results- or do they? Jef has to go back to get more blood drawn, they find raised levels of something he can't remember in his workup and "Immediately" make him go for a kidney scan which is really 2 hours later than they told him it was. He didn't get the scan, but instead the new doctor, Dr. N, takes him OFF all the meds Dr. E put on (decongestant, bp meds) and gives him an Rx for new bp pills. They think the other meds are making his kidney's "work bad". He goes for the real scan today (or does he).

So the doctor he went to in the first place- Dr. E- made him sick. The doctor made him sick. Thefreakin'doctormadehimsick- grrr!

This truly echoes my belief of going back to living in a mud hut, eating wild game, and shooting doctors for sport.

Enough of that--

I am going to Faith's awards ceremony/presentation this afternoon at school. I would liked to have gone ALONE, but that was not in the stars for me. My parents, Ava, and Paige are going to be joining me. It's bad enough I have to be social with the students and the teacher and other parents. I feel a "gonna loose it with somebody today" episode coming on hot and heavy.

I've been kind of at the end of my patience rope for a few days now. Lots of stress floating, being sick (I've decided to be well, as I do not have time for being sick), and people constantly saying the wrong thing at the wrong time to me (none of y'all, rest assured).

We've been rolling The Additional Baby Thing around again. We added the clause of "when Jef's health gets cleared up" and have lessened the definition of the "when finances are back in order" stipulation. I added the "only after certain people have conceived and are in the preggo safe zone" addendum (Tracey, Meg, Rajen, etc). I have to be unpreggo enough to fly to California for a baby shower too- I guess that's the "Sassy T will kick my behind if I don't make it" rule.

I have (to this point at least) resisted the urge to break everything down into a pie chart and make a nice little excel spreadsheet and deduce the "perfect" conception time. But if I did that (still fighting temptation) I would have the variable of the Chinese Gender Prediction Calender in there too. We must at least try to welcome a little boy into the house of women, ya know.

Wow- I guess I am a nerd!

--The Milk Maid suddenly wants pie