Again, I contend that an IVF cycle should be counted as a full-time job. As soon as I landed on Wednesday, I called the pharmacy company, only to find that they had not put a rush-order on my drugs as I had requested (due to travel/Labor Day/etc., it was a tightly scheduled order). However, after sitting on the phone for ten minutes, I was told that it was just too damn bad, that I was just going to have to wait. So, I called back five minutes later and asked the person who answered whether or not I could pay out of pocket (since they told me that the hold up was with my insurance company) for the one drug that I needed in a hurry (the Lupron that I am supposed to start on Tuesday morning). And suddenly, since I said the magic “pay out of pocket” phrase, they had no problem whatsoever with the rush order, and then, mysteriously, also had no problem contacting my insurance company and getting immediate approval. Interesting.
So, the big fat box of drugs showed up yesterday while I was out shopping with my mom. Actually, I wasn’t just shopping. In the midst of running errands for the rehearsal dinner that my mom is hosting (mostly for the post-dinner dessert at my mom’s friend’s house, so things like glass dessert plates, tiny tart orders from the bakery, picking up truffles, etc.), I got a 90 minute massage. And a manicure. And a brow wax. Oh, and she spent a few hundred dollars on clothes for me to wear to the wedding and rehearsal dinner.
I’ll have to post pictures at some point, because I have no idea when I will ever wear these clothes again. I bought two sleeveless dresses because Austin sits just a few feet from the surface of the sun, and the wedding is outdoors next to a dry creek bed (well, it used to be a creek, but Texas is under severe drought right now.) at 5 p.m. So. I cannot imagine another scenario in which I will wear these dresses because Winston-Salem is, like, normal and stuff, and thus, there aren’t many dress occasions in which one needs to take extreme heat into account. But whatever. They are cute as all get out.
I don’t know if it’s some sort of bizarre guilt, but my mom decided that I needed to be taken care of. Of course, not a few hours later, when we were polishing off our second bottle of wine, my mom began to wax rhapsodic about what a “brat” I am, and how I fall into her category of “kids” she likes (this includes me, my brother, her dog and her cat) who have attitude problems. She proceeded to relay several stories of how I had been saucy with teachers in junior high school, and how this was indicative of my overall brattiness.
Anyhow, I am having a most fabulous time hanging out here in Austin. I am currently sitting at my favorite coffee house on a borrowed laptop, but shortly, I will leave to go over to my junior high best friend’s house, where I will meet with my other jr. high best friend also. I am so very excited.
So, just because you’ve all been patient, here are some pictures to entertain you:
I have pictures of drugs, but I forgot to load them, and now I have to go…
So. If I get a moment in the next few days, I’ll try to post again, but if not, I’ll catch you next week!