You should never argue with a crazy mind

It’s been almost a week since I last posted in here. What a loser. I think of things everyday that I would like to write about, but when it comes to actually sitting down and doing it – I would rather watch TV. Or search for new reviews of Anthony’s Key. (which is what I did for the past 20 minutes before I started writing this)

So I am alone. Matthew is with the guys somewhere in BFE Tennessee doing whatever it is that guys do when they are without the women folk for a few days. He will be back on Sunday, and I can’t wait! I don’t function well on my own. What if there is a bug? Or the dog needs her butt wiped? See these are things I can’t deal with by myself. Good thing we don’t have a kid, eh?

Speaking of kids….Ok – I have been taking Metformin for about 3 years now (look it up if you don’t know what it is. I shouldn’t have to explain everything. That’s what Google is for) and you know how it always says in the information they give you “Don’t stop taking this medication without first speaking with your doctor”? Or something like that. Well about 3 weeks ago, I ran out of pills and called Walgreens for a refill. They said they needed to call the doctor first. Then the doctor would not authorize the refill until I had a blood test. Of course I am too busy (lazy?) to drive out there to get the blood test, so I put it off for a couple weeks. I had the blood drawn last Friday and yesterday a nurse calls me to give me the results.

Remember on Sex and the City when Miranda was pregnant and everybody was getting all excited over the fact that she was having a boy and she could really care less? So she had to fake her excitement back to them? Well imagine that for this part of the story, except instead of me faking the excitement back, I am just annoyed.

So the nurse calls and practically screams in my ear “Good news!! You’re ovulating!! Isn’t that great?” Ummmm…yeah lady, I have been doing that pretty regularly since you started me on the Metformin. She doesn’t miss a beat though. “The doctor says everything is GREAT and she will see you at your next appointment. But really you will probably be seeing an OB by then.” Insert many smileys and exclamation points here. She keeps going “Did you hear that??? An OB!!!!!” Yeah. Ok. Did you refill my meds? She tells me she will do that right now.

A few minutes later she calls back and says I should go buy a pregnancy test because the doc thinks that, based on my blood work, I “MIGHT BE PREGNANT!!!” She is so happy about this; she practically jumps through the phone. I asked her why they ran a pregnancy test. She said they didn’t, but my progesterone levels were really high. I asked her if that could mean I am about to start my period. She said yes, “but wouldn’t being pregnant be so much better????” (remember the excited voice) I said (in the dullest and flattest voice I could find) “No, not really. See I am leaving in 1 week on a diving trip to Honduras and I am really hoping that Aunt Flo shows up and does her business before then. And being pregnant would totally ruin the trip. So no.” For a brief second she acted like someone punched her in the gut. But she found her second wind and kept right on going. “Well maybe you should go buy a test. Just in case!” God…don’t these people ever stop? I asked her to just please refill the Rx. She went on to say that I should not take it if I am pregnant. Damn it lady – I’m not! I know my body. Auntie is knocking on the door and wants to come in.

Well guess what. The dive trip won’t be ruined by either fetal rug rats or Aunt Flo. But I still haven’t got my drugs. Not that I really care about taking pills. I hate it actually. But I worry what stopping suddenly after 3 years could be doing to my body.

Working in the hair salon is still ok I guess. I am learning which people I like and which people I don’t. It’s also good because we are not constantly harassed by management and are pretty much left on our own.
By the way…..some people are just crazy. Just like out of their mind LOONEY. I don’t want to get into it any more than that. But damn. Where do I find these people?