I hate today. Not...today. I don't hate October 3 (technically it's the 4th now I guess...)... I just mean....Today, I hate.
I just. Hate.
A story for you:
Today (pretend it's still the 3rd because I haven't slept yet and it's 3am, so it still feels like the 3rd to me...)... Today is day 6 of being diagnosed with a blighted ovum. I hate those words so much. But I also hate shortening them to "BO" because that sounds just as bad, if not worse. So. Day 6. Nothing much has changed. I haven't spotted since the last time I wrote about it. No symptoms have gotten worse or better. Everything is still the same. I may be just a tad bit more insane...
Other than that....Today, here is what happened:
I call the doctor in the afternoon, like they told me to.
I left a message.
They called back 2.5 hours later. They close at 5, they called back at 4:50. Cool. At least they called back.
They asked why I called. I told them I wanted the results of my blood test back. I got put on hold.
"Your hcg levels have gone from 2,956 at the beginning of september, to 12,749 at the end of september! So they have gone up a significant amount..."
"yes it looks like it!"
"what about october?"
"i got blood drawn yesterday. what about october?"
"let me call you back."
4:54. 4:55. 4:56. 4:57. 4:58. 4:59
"Your results for yesterdays test will be in on Monday afternoon. Just give us a call then. Have a great day!"
Oh goody. I know nothing new. Spectacular. Perf. Great.
I'm just. so. mad.
Not just at them. I guess they can't help that they don't have the tests back. Just....at the situation in general.
I just want it to all work out.
Thank you all for your prayers, kind thoughts, kind words, and positive energies. I really appreciate it.