If It’s Not One Thing, It’s Another May 18, 2005
You’d think yesterday would been enough to deal with for one week. Oh, no. The universe just couldn’t stop there.
This morning my husband went off to work like he usually does, or so I thought. He came back rather quickly, though. The stupid car battery was dead. Oh, the joys of having only one car. Gotta love the fact that we can’t buy a second one, because we’re pouring all of our money into this failing IVF venture.
Anyway, we had to find someone to jump start the stupid thing, and then all I could do was sit here hoping that my husband would make it to the auto parts store. Thankfully he did, and a little while ago I got a message from him that “Operation New Battery” was complete. I’m glad he made it, but what a pain.
Another current pain in my ass in “Operation Obtain Records.” Apparently getting my records from my RE’s office is like pulling teeth. I’ve been requesting these records forever. I need them for my consult on Friday. First I was told that they would be ready for me to pick up on the day of transfer. Didn’t happen. Then I was told that they would be mailed out mid week of last week. Didn’t happen. Then after much hounding on my part I was told they would be mailed out Friday at the latest. Well, I still haven’t gotten them.
I called today to find out what the hell was going on, and got put on hold for 20 minutes. AAAAACK! My brain’s about to explode. I cannot wait to get the hell out of there.
Can anything be easy? Even just a little? I’ve never asked for the easy way out of this crap. Never. I never expected this IVF stuff to work on the first try. I never thought that we wouldn’t have to sacrifice financially, physically, and emotionally. I just don’t get why we seem to have to travel the hardest path possible.
On a totally unrelated note, thank you. Thank you to everyone who commented yesterday. Not one of you said anything along the lines of “just wait for beta” or “you never know” or “maybe you just tested too early.” Thank you for that. I just can’t handle that shit right now.
And if anyone’s wondering, no, I didn’t pee on another damn stick this morning. I just couldn’t face another lone line again today. This is hard enough without that.
- Posted in : IVF Part 2: FET #1, various other ramblings
- Author : amanda
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Oh Amanda, I just read yesterday’s post. I’m so sorry. My heart goes out to you.
There’s nothing else to say but sorry.
I hope things get better for you real soon.
On operation battery: Even if you have 2 cars when you need the other car to jump it it will inevitably not be there. I know this, it happened to me.
So so sorry about yesterday.
Dealing with getting your records can be Hell. As if you need that right now! Calling my RE directly in situations like this has helped. But then again, I’m THAT patient—the bitchy one.
I’m so sorry you’re having such a rough time of it. Your RE’s office is being a butt.. Maybe you should show up at their office and tell them what’s happened and that you need this info and that you’ll wait. Stand right near the window until they hand you your records. Cause they are being ridiculous. If they can’t to the job right, ya gotta take matters into your own hands. Worse come to worse, you can point out that you have a right to your records and demand them. Sounds like this is a bridge that might not be too bad to burn if you have to to get their butts in gear.
I’m glad Operation New Battery was a success but so sorry you had yet another hassle to deal with :(
“I just don’t get why we seem to have to travel the hardest path possible.”
I’m sorry that it’s like this. It is truly unfair, and you shouldn’t have to deal with incompetent records people with everything else going on. I like the idea of going in and waiting until you have them in your hands. My thoughts are with you!
Are you sure we’re not going to the same RE”s office? It took me 3 weeks and $54.00 to obtain my records because they have some weird copying system. I tell you, I was inches away from conjuring Tom Cruise a la Mission Impossible and robbing their asses. Although, if you’re taking something that’s YOURS, can it really be called theft?
I don’t THINK so.
That’s ridiculous about your RE’s office. Those records are YOURS. I would show up there and not leave until you have them in your hot little hands. Sorry about the damn battery, too.
It took me forever to get my records too. I’m sorry for all the bullshit you’ve had to deal with lately. You are on my mind.
What would they do if you parked your ass in their waiting room until they gave you YOUR records? I don’t know why dr offices have such a hard time with that concept.
Thinking of you. I hope tomorrow is a better day.
Amanda, I’m so sorry you’re having such horrible week. I am thinking about you, sweetie. I’m so, so sorry the fred was negative.
I’ve been reading for a while, and I’ve just finally finished the archives…I wanted to say how awful it must be for you. I’m sorry you have to go through this.