Woke up in a light mood this morning after a particularly bananas dream about our 16 year-old daughter whom I met in the halls of the high school. Ha! These drugs, man...they do things to you.
The good feelings were short-lived as Mel Brooks informed us that my lining only grew .5 mm since Tuesday. It's at 6 now and needs to be at least 7, ideally thicker. What's the hang-up, uterus? Why you no grow?
So my ideal transfer-during-midterms hopes were shot to hell which means, as I should have anticipated, that I might have to take some actual teaching days off if this lining remains as sluggish as it currently is. My next check is on Monday. Not happy at all. "Pissed" would be perhaps a bit of an overstatement to describe how I feel right now but if things don't turn around in the next three days, I certainly will be just that.
I just want to shoot myself in the ass with large gauge needles! Is that too much to ask?! Henceforth I would like to rename this cycle HUAW, instead of FET, for "Hurry up and wait." That seems more accurate.
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