Sunday, January 31, 2010

Inner peace, inner peace, inner peace...

That has been my mantra sine yesterday. Yesterday, when the twat swatters from UCONN, made me cry. Yes, they made me cry. How you ask? Well, they were mean to me. AND they lost my chart. AND they didn't have a treatment plan for me. AND none of them know what the fuck is going on. The bitch I talked to yesterday basically made me feel like I was doing something wrong. Which I totally wasn't! She said "y'know, you're really rushing this..." I almost jumped through the fucking phone. I was at work however, and so I maintained the conversation without swearing at her or threatening to kick her ass. Luckily for her. What I did manage to finally get was an 8:30 appointment for today for a baseline and blood work.

I went to the appointment. The waiting room was jam packed. And at least one person in there smelled like soup. Not cool. I finally got to the exam room where I was instructed to drop trou and hop up on the table. And then? Then....

They. Fucking. Forgot. Me.

Straight up, forgot about the half naked woman sitting on a table on cycle day TWO. Forgot me.

GAH!! Inner peace, inner peace, inner fucking peace.

Fortunately, once I did actually receive my wanding (approx. 35 minutes AFTER undressing) there were NO cysts. WOO!! I was sent down to get blood drawn, where I encountered the one and only person in the building who wasn't a flaming asshole and who seemed to know how to do her job. Campbell, from the second floor, I love thee. Thank you for not being a douche bag like the assholes on the third floor. Wait...the lady who handles my insurance is good too, so she is excluded from the assholedom of the third floor.

Long story short, I start my injections tonight. And they added Crinone to my list of meds. * sigh of relief *

Oh, and I did get somewhat of an apology from the ass bag that was so rude to me yesterday. Apparently they were extremely short staffed. And I get that. I really do. But just tell me that. Dont try and make ME feel like an asshole. Asshole.


Whatever....I'm moving forward. Yay! And hopefully, this will be it. And I wont have to deal with them after this. Ever. Again.

9 comments:

Amber said...

That is freaking awesome news! Congrats and fingers and toes tightly crossed for you!

Mrs.Tiye said...

OMG! I too have been FORGOTTEN in a fucking exam room! What the hell do these people think about why they can completely leave someone on a cold table with their ass hanging out!!!

Okay,...woosah..

GREAT news about the absence of cysts and the beginning of injections!
Virtual hugs to you!

Casey said...

that is super fan freaking tastic news!!! Bullshit path to get there, but hey, fab ending, right?!! So excited for you, all my energy is to you right now! <3

Sarah said...

Amber- Thanks hun, I'm slowly letting hope creep in....

Mrs.T- Seriously! WHO does that? I mean, come on!

Casey- You're right, great outcome so far, 100% bullshit path though. Grrrr. One would think that a fertility clinic would try to make things as stress free as possible. Y'know, considering that going through this shit is stressful enough.

myprettyones said...

So glad you are on your way! Sorry about all the crap though. I too sat in the exam room pants-free last week for at least 40 minutes. WTF?! Shake it off, girl! Let's do this! :)

Xbox4NappyRash said...

That's er, new...

Best of luck.

womb for improvement said...

Sounds like Campbell is your Eunice.

But moving on the the disasterous customer service, all good for moving on.

April said...

I would have been LIVID if I was forgotten, half naked, in an exam room. That's freakin' ridiculous!

myprettyones said...

Hey, I forgot to ask you... what protocol do they have you on? You know, drugs, dosage, etc? :)