Have Bronchitis, Will Work.

So, I've got Bronchitis. Self-diagnosed. The congestion is not in my sinuses, it's in my chest. When I cough, it sounds broken and mucous-y. Coughing and congestion have gotten me out of class and/or clinical supervision twice today. This shit's embarrassing.

As of noon, I had still not heard back from my doctor's office. I called last week, hoping that three days was long enough for lab results. It wasn't. Her nurse told me that my doctor would be in on Tuesday, so I put off freaking out until Tuesday, when I called and checked my voice mail at home 67 times---nothing. I called again today and spoke with the nurse again, who apologized when she realized one of my lab tests was sent elsewhere for analysis because of my insurance.

"Oh, and what did Dr. X say about that?," I asked.

"Oh, sorry Ashley. I mistakenly told you she'd be in on Tuesday---she's only here one day a week. She will actually be in on Thursday this week. I'm going to give her this stuff for tomorrow, promise. I'll keep it right here on my desk."

Which is fine, really, accept I feel the rumblings in my tumblings and know that I will actually start a new cycle very soon and then what about that Clomid she promised?

Do you see how many steps are involved here? I'll have to call back, leave a voice mail, miss a call from my doctor tomorrow when I'm seeing clients (and will she leave a message?), call her back, get the results (and a prescription?), and sheesh...this isn't the half of it.

My contractor got back to us with an estimate for the work we want done on the new house---it's about $45,000 more than what we'd anticipated. We've massively scaled back, reconsidering huge portions of the project that, at one time, we thought essential to living in our new house. I'm also something-like-suspicious about the fact that our bid from him does not include particulars, which is why I am in the process of finding two more contractors to give me bids.

More soon, promise.