And I’m still trying to figure out how to transfer the old LJ posts.
There. Got it, I think.
So I wasted my morning on a “physical” that consisted of my doctor basically checking my reflexes, and me teaching his new nurse how to use the scale & the height-measuring thingy.
Seriously.
She recorded my weight as 112#, and while I was flattered, (I mean, hell, I haven’t weighed that since middle school) I felt that since they were using this number to anesthetize me on Thursday, I should maybe tell her that she was wrong. Then she got my height wrong. Seriously. I felt like taking her aside and asking if she wanted me to do her job for her, since she was so seriously incompetent.
But I didn’t. Points for me.
And surgery for me on Thursday. Expensive surgery, which, since the stock market is tanking, is coming out of my (and not fiance’s) pocket.
And oh yeah, we’re getting married next week. In between surgery and a convention, because really, this is my life on fertility drugs.
