Wiped out. That's how I feel. Not only did I stay out way too late last night, I also drank a lot of wine (it was like college days except with high quality wine instead of a keg of Natural Light), and on top of that I woke up with my period. Normally when you are tyring to get knocked up the last thing you want to know is that Aunt Flo is in town, but for me it's a good thing. It means the Provera worked and now I can get the hysteroblahblahgram I have been eagerly anticipating.
I tried calling the hospital where this procedure is to take place in 7- 10 days but I got a recording that they were closed. I know this isn't the ER, I understand it's a scheduled, fairly common procedure, but I feel like someone should have been able to pick up and be on the other end of the line. To me this feels urgent and like something that I should be able to plan any day of the week. I am not trying to mail a package or take money out of my savings, and even banks and post offices are open on Saturdays! This feels urgent to me because I have to book on such specific days, I don't know a lot about what will happen and what (if anything) I have to do leading up to the procedure, and I am anxious about the whole thing. When you are anxious everything feels urgent and it just sucks that I got my period on a Sunday when no one can help me other than the lady with the recorded voice telling me to call back on Monday-Friday between 8:00-4:15 when someone can actually help me. That is defintely not what I wanted to hear today.
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