Being sick sucks

I would love to be able to keep down food. Something other than noodle soup and crackers (though crackers don't really do all that well either). Started with a horrific night on Wednesday. I went to bed early because my bowl of Rice A Roni was not sitting well and I could feel AF was on her merry way. I woke up at 2 AM Thursday and made a mad dash to the bathroom where I got to greet said Rice A Roni again. Joy. I puked it up and thought I was done. I attempted to go back to bed. No dice. Apparently my butt wanted in on the party. I called into work around 7:00 and between the Pepto and anti-diarrhea pills, I was finally able to pass out for an hour around 8AM. Then I got up and went to work (because I am crazy like that. Ok, I had a major invoice that needed to go out and no one else in the office knows the requirements for it. There was no way to walk someone through it over the phone either).

I managed to keep down noodle soup and crackers Thursday night (the only thing I ate all day). Friday I wasn't feeling much better, but was still not finished at work and needed to get it done as it was due that day. I got everything done at work about an hour before quitting time, so I just killed time to the end of the day instead of wasting time off. I thought my stomach was feeling better Friday night, so I ordered a cheesesteak. Not a huge mistake, but I ended up throwing up in my mouth a couple times (hawt, I know). But it stayed down for the most part. I even managed to poop a little that night, but it was not pleasant and I thought I had opened Pandora's box again when I did.

Saturday was spent on the couch until it was time to go out for my friend's birthday. Had a decent meal, but didn't eat a whole lot. I was doing great until about 5 minutes after I quit eating. It felt like a knife was driven into my stomach. I rushed to the bathroom and managed to not have anything come out either end. Hooray. We were then going to go out to continue celebrating. I felt bad bailing on her, but I didn't think my stomach was going to handle it. I was right. About 5 minutes after, I ended up puking up supper. Woo hoo. Good times.

Today is filled with more noodle soup and crackers. I might try a little of my leftovers in a little while. We shall see.

Fuck you FRER

Fuck you right in the ass. First time I use your stupid tests in over a year and what do I get for my trouble? A defective test. An hour later the control line had still not shown up. Awesomeness. See if I buy your stupid tests again.

Other than that, J and I had a wonderful weekend. Salina is boring as all get out, but just spending time together was nice. Only 12 more days without him. Yay.

And I managed to only put back on 1 lb. despite the poor eating, lack of exercise (does climbing the steps for the waterslide count?), and imminent threat of my period. Back to better eating choices though. They have been helping drastically, not only with weight loss, but also in just feeling better overall. 14 more lbs. and I will reach my initial goal of 209. I would like to get down below my weight class of 198 so that I don't have to cut weight any more (I know it is extremely unhealthy and I need to stop doing it). I wouldn't balk at the idea of being back down at 181 though. I would welcome that with open arms actually.

The Return of Queen Dipshit

While my initial rage toward the woman had died down, I am still beyond pissed as my douchebag former doctor. I could not figure out why my insurance was not covering any of the initial blood tests. It was even being applied against the deductible. What the fuck? So I called up the insurance company. Turns out it was due to the diagnosis she had put down. Obesity. Are you fucking serious? I did not make that appointment or do those tests for that reason, nor was it ever brought up that was why we were starting blood tests. Dear lord, I was livid. I was ready to seriously hurt the woman.

Working out is a wonderful stress reliever. I know she's a fucking idiot and is not worth the stress. I am going to call her tomorrow and thank her for her huge amounts of stupidity and the added cost due to said stupidity. I am also going to inform the cuntbag of my progesterone test results. 13.4 at 7 dpo. Tell me now that I don't ovulate you moron.

Bad Mood

Ugh. Never seems to fail. I am about 10 days from my period and everything is pissing me off. I hate when I know I am pissed off, but I have no good reason why and I cannot get out of it either. For joy. I know I was short with J on the phone (he called me while I was making supper- how dare he). I would call him back tonight, but I am sure I would be just as bitey. Part of the 'tude is because I miss him. This weekend can't get here fast enough. Unfortunately, I will probably be an even bigger bitch then as I will be just a few days from bleeding. Wondermous.

I should be happy. I have clearly O'ed, I am going in Wednesday morning for more awesome blood work (7 dpo progesterone this time). Part of me is nervous that this test is going to come back completely screwed up (probably not helping with my mood either). And we have craptacular timing this month (thank you Army).

Part of me wants to just go get smashed and be happy. Then again I am in such a bad mood that alcohol is just going to make it worse. Will someone just punch me in the face and knock me out until this weekend? Thanks.

Hello longest cycle ever

Yay. Very sarcastic yay. I haven't believed Fertility Friend from the moment it gave me crosshairs. And yet it is insisting I O'ed either on CD 20 or CD 24. I have put in a high temp for tomorrow and put it through every setting. No change. Is it that fucking stupid that it really thinks I ovulated one of those days? Good grief, it wouldn't even take an experienced chart reader to figure out when I O'ed this month (well, at least not in the last couple days it wouldn't have).

This is the first time I am ever happy that Ovusoft is far more conservative. I entered a dummy temp for tomorrow on there and sure enough, O on CD36. Why must Fertility Friend be so fucking stupid some months? Why? I am not 14 dpo, I am 2 dpo. And if I have an average LP, I will be getting my period on CD 51. Two days longer than my old record. I would have been content for that one to not be touched ever again, but clearly my ovaries were up to the challenge this month. Well played.

The plus to this is I will have a chance to get my progesterone levels checked this cycle. 5 more days until I get to look like I am shooting up. Sweet. Makes for fun at the office. I'm waiting for someone to send me in for a "random" drug screening. Hehehe.

Pain in the Ass

PSA- 4 months of not working out + 1 hour of cardio + history of hemorrhoids = very painful ass.

On the plus side it felt awesome other than my ass. Guess it's off to the store for some random supplies to cure this wonderousness.

It's official

It's me. J's semen analysis is normal- much the opposite of his beliefs. Woo hoo. I realize this is a good thing, but part of me was kind of hoping it wasn't only issues with me keeping us from having a baby. But it is. Yay. Now I don't have to share the spotlight with anyone else in that regard.

I need a beer. Or 10.