Adventures in Adulting
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grammarwomanI feel like the fabulosity of "Wonder Woman" was a reward for other things going on.
I am not ready for it to be summer! I feel like I barely got to enjoy spring; all the spring flowers are crunchy brown and the weather zoomed right into hot and humid, blech. But dropping my son off at day camp this morning pretty firmly cemented the change in seasons.
I'm in a temporary slow period with my job, plus I was working from home last week due to the gap between the Emperor's school ending and camp starting, so Friday I reluctantly tackled some phone calls I'd been putting off.
To my increasing annoyance, my gyno never called me back about the test results from my monstrual cycle, so I called her office, TWICE. The first time, the nurse chirped brightly that the biopsy results were benign, and I had to bring her attention to the notes about why I had the biopsy in the first place. So she said she'd have the doctor call me back. Over a week later, I had to reach out again, and evidently the doc had reviewed my chart but never bothered to contact me about the options: meds, different meds, a Mirena IUD, and an ablation. Now I'm waiting to hear back about getting me on the second tier of meds. At least the bleeding stopped for a bit? *sigh*
(HA! As I was typing this out, the office called back to say the gyno OKed the meds and a prescription will be ready shortly. It's a progesterone only, once-a-day pill that I'll take for the next year that is supposed to thin out my lining. Here's hoping!)
Then I did some research and called around for arborists and/or landscapers, to tackle the dead branches on our massive oak tree out front, the neighbor's tree in our fence line, and the dirt patch still looming in the back yard. I cannot tell you how much I hate (HAAAAAATE) making phone calls like this, which is partly why I kept putting them off. I got mostly voice mails, but one landscaper I did reach nearly made me throw the phone across the room, as he smugly assured me that he was booked up for the next couple of months, and when asked for recs for other companies, sneered that any reputable companies would be similarly busy. I just need some damned leveling and sod, asshole! I calmed down a little bit when another one returned my message and said he'd be able to take a look this week.
Theoretically, the lawn patching is something I could do, but I'm in a position where I can throw money at the situation and get it done without grossly injuring myself, so yeah. Money it is, if only someone would take it. Meanwhile, my veggie garden is an unweeded mess, the plants I've bought so far are languishing unplanted, and I still can't get a dog.
In other news, my parents' 50th anniversary in a couple of months, so I finally managed to get my mom to have an opinion about it and my brother to agree to help host it. Then with a dawning sense of horror I went to check the Vividcon dates and sure enough, the anniversary falls right in the middle of it. FUCK FUCK FUCK. It wouldn't be so bad, except for the recent announcement about the planned end next year. Why did it have to be so early this year? Why does it have to end? :( :( :(
I can already see from here the size of my mom's passive-aggressive snit fit if I broach moving the party back a weekend; as it is, she's probably going to be snippy about me leaving to catch Club Vivid, which FUCK if I'm going to miss that! So that's going to be an interesting balancing act. I mean, I count myself grateful that they live in the Chicago 'burbs, so at least I can nip back and forth, but wow is it going to be painful, especially with getting my husband and kid up in a separate car, because there's no way I can convince them to hang out with my folks or in the VVC hotel while I'm back and forthing. ARGH.
Seriously, some days the cons of being a grownup are just not worth it.
I am not ready for it to be summer! I feel like I barely got to enjoy spring; all the spring flowers are crunchy brown and the weather zoomed right into hot and humid, blech. But dropping my son off at day camp this morning pretty firmly cemented the change in seasons.
I'm in a temporary slow period with my job, plus I was working from home last week due to the gap between the Emperor's school ending and camp starting, so Friday I reluctantly tackled some phone calls I'd been putting off.
To my increasing annoyance, my gyno never called me back about the test results from my monstrual cycle, so I called her office, TWICE. The first time, the nurse chirped brightly that the biopsy results were benign, and I had to bring her attention to the notes about why I had the biopsy in the first place. So she said she'd have the doctor call me back. Over a week later, I had to reach out again, and evidently the doc had reviewed my chart but never bothered to contact me about the options: meds, different meds, a Mirena IUD, and an ablation. Now I'm waiting to hear back about getting me on the second tier of meds. At least the bleeding stopped for a bit? *sigh*
(HA! As I was typing this out, the office called back to say the gyno OKed the meds and a prescription will be ready shortly. It's a progesterone only, once-a-day pill that I'll take for the next year that is supposed to thin out my lining. Here's hoping!)
Then I did some research and called around for arborists and/or landscapers, to tackle the dead branches on our massive oak tree out front, the neighbor's tree in our fence line, and the dirt patch still looming in the back yard. I cannot tell you how much I hate (HAAAAAATE) making phone calls like this, which is partly why I kept putting them off. I got mostly voice mails, but one landscaper I did reach nearly made me throw the phone across the room, as he smugly assured me that he was booked up for the next couple of months, and when asked for recs for other companies, sneered that any reputable companies would be similarly busy. I just need some damned leveling and sod, asshole! I calmed down a little bit when another one returned my message and said he'd be able to take a look this week.
Theoretically, the lawn patching is something I could do, but I'm in a position where I can throw money at the situation and get it done without grossly injuring myself, so yeah. Money it is, if only someone would take it. Meanwhile, my veggie garden is an unweeded mess, the plants I've bought so far are languishing unplanted, and I still can't get a dog.
In other news, my parents' 50th anniversary in a couple of months, so I finally managed to get my mom to have an opinion about it and my brother to agree to help host it. Then with a dawning sense of horror I went to check the Vividcon dates and sure enough, the anniversary falls right in the middle of it. FUCK FUCK FUCK. It wouldn't be so bad, except for the recent announcement about the planned end next year. Why did it have to be so early this year? Why does it have to end? :( :( :(
I can already see from here the size of my mom's passive-aggressive snit fit if I broach moving the party back a weekend; as it is, she's probably going to be snippy about me leaving to catch Club Vivid, which FUCK if I'm going to miss that! So that's going to be an interesting balancing act. I mean, I count myself grateful that they live in the Chicago 'burbs, so at least I can nip back and forth, but wow is it going to be painful, especially with getting my husband and kid up in a separate car, because there's no way I can convince them to hang out with my folks or in the VVC hotel while I'm back and forthing. ARGH.
Seriously, some days the cons of being a grownup are just not worth it.
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