I swear, with all these sick or doctor posts you would think we should live in a bubble!! I had to go to my OBGYN today for a sonogram on my ovaries because I believe there is a cyst on one or both. Ugh! So since T is in China for another week, Wyatt got to go to Playcare. He did NOT want to let go of me. He is teething and is extra clingy right now. Usually I don't mind, cause it means extra snuggles for me (score!). But I pretty much had to dig his fingers out of my shirt to give him to the girl. And he scream. And he cried. And he saw some trains. And he was good to go.
So I head over to the doctors office, making it there about 5 minutes early (appt was at 11) after stopping at 7/11 to get a 24 oz bottle of water to down on my way. I got checked in, sat down and waited. And waited. And texted Brooke. And waited some more. By this time that 24 oz of H2O had made it through me and I felt like I was about to bust! After texting some more, playing online (yay for internet on phones!) I was finally called back, AT 11:56! I was sooooooo MAD! Anywho, I go in the room, and the tech tells me I can empty all that water out. THANK GOODNESS! I was about to pee on the floor I kid you not. (Oh and let me tell you, that sonogram is NOT like you see in the movies. No siree. Its a giant wand. And the best view is NOT from the top of your stomach). So I am laying there all awkward and vulnerable with the tech pushing that wand into my already tender and sore ovaries. Making me cringe in pain. Oh crud she says. WHAT? What is the crud for?! Oh uh I forgot to turn on the measurements. WTF?!! Your the damn tech, that ovary has already been tortured enough and now you have to do it again because you suck at life?! SUCK! Well, when she was finished I was allowed to wrap the giant paper sheet back around my butt and scuttle back into the bathroom to get dressed and go pay my $20.
Well, I had not heard about my bloodwork from my appt 2 weeks previous, so I ask about it. The receptionist was like well, our policy is no news is good news. I stare at her. So she adds, "well I will go double check just in case." In my polite voice, Oh thank you. As I continue to stare her down. A couple minutes later, umm Kendra, could you step into this room please? Like I am gonna say no. Psh. So the nurse tells me I have low thyroid and need to see an endocrinologist. No biggie. I figured what with the never ending sleepiness, lack of weight loss, and the hair laying all over the house that could make 4 wigs, I knew it was coming. Then the nurse says did we do a urine culture on you? Ummm yes, yes you did. In fact I went back after I paid LAST time to see what the dipstick had said (dipstick as in the actual stick you dip, not the idiot nurse who forgot to dip it before I went back), and it showed nothing, but was going to be sent off just in case. Well I also have a UTI. See that Doctor You Should Drink More Water? I DO have a UTI told ya so. Great. Jerk. Wish you had been right. So the nurse darts out of the room yelling TRACEY (who is the PA), and gets a Rx for the UTI. So I leave the doctor with sharp stabbing ovary pain, not knowing the reason as to why the pain is there, a Rx for some UTI meds, and a # for an endocrinologist. JOY.
Then while I am driving to get a quick lunch, the pediatrician calls. Hey can we change your son's 18 month appt? Sure why not, no big deal. Just 1 day. Then I grab some lunch, and head back to playcare. Wyatt is playing by the window and sees me as I walk up. He again starts screaming. As I wait for them to check out this other mom, Wyatt is wailing because I was there but am once again gone from sight. Such a horrible mommy, abandoning my child. But alas, he is returned to me and we go home and he naps and I call the endocrinologist. After losing connection 3 times, I finally make my appointment and am done with doctors for the day...after I call the OBGYN and have them fax the lab results. Ok NOW I am done with doctors for the day. YAY!
I should hear about the ovary thing within a week. Grrr! I have waited long enough! Just let me know already! GAH!
However, to lighten my day up, Wyatt decided to make me laugh tonight after putting him to bed. He woke up, and as I am waiting to see if he will go back to sleep, he apparently decides to undo the diaper, but leave the shorts on. So when I go to pick him up, his shorts are wet. Such a sweetheart. Thinking of ways to make mommy laugh when she has had a hard day. I am sure that was his intention the whole time, not to play with his winkie. Oy the joys of boys.
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