Flo came on day 13.  I’m glad actually.  I’m glad because at least I’m out of puff baby limbo, and now I know to trust the test.  I really didn’t have my hopes up, but everyone else around here did.  I feel bad for them.  Mind you, just to be on the safe side, I’m going to take another pregnancy test before I start Clomid again.  Flo decided to start out as something that looked suspiciously like implantation bleeding complete with sore nips (I’ve got a few choice words for that beyotch…grrr).

 

Even so, I’m feeling much better (the pain level is manageable).  Thanks to a single Lortab.  It’s amazing what being drugged out of your mind can do for your stress.  That’s why I never take anything until I’m positively desperate!  I can really see how easy it is to become addicted.  The TMJ was the worst it’s been since I was first diagnosed with it a few years ago.  That was not a fun time.  I walked the floors crying in pain for 3 solid weeks (because at some point that’s all you can do…it doesn’t make you feel better…but the body can only take so much).  At the time, I thought I had an ear infection, but my general practitioner had gone on vacation and his replacement handed me a script for antibiotics without missing a beat.  Three weeks of torture later, I went to my ear/nose/throat guy, Dr. Sewell, and he caught the TMJ right off.  I walked away that time with Flexiril (and a solid high…I can’t hold my narcotics any better than I can my booze…I sat and stared at the wall for like 4 hours with a smile on my face…not a good idea when you live with jokers like my family…every time I mention it they laugh and look at each other…there may be pictures of me somewhere licking a stuffed elephant…I’ll never know for sure).  For years, I’d had “earaches” and “toothaches” since then I haven’t had a single one.  I think they were really TMJ flares.  I’d had my tonsils removed just before the diagnosis (after the surgery, Dr. Sewell just kept grinning and kept talking about how huge they were…”looked like 2 grapefruits!”…yeah that’s what you want to hear while you try to get the nurse to bring you another popsicle without talking…ho just kept yakin’ about how the 8yr old who had hers out too was talking up a storm…and how big were hers, ho?), and I believe that the cushioning they provided was gone making the TMJ infinitely worse.

 

Now if I could just get my professor to fall off the face of the planet.  I try not to want to kill my professors.  I’ve had great ones and I’ve had extremely inept ones.  Lately, it seems like every semester is a new a-hole (I know you have a Ph.D….you don’t have to prove it…trying to prove it by making things harder than necessary and trying to use complicated language just tells me how insecure you are…I can’t abide educated people who can’t hold a conversation without using 5 syllable words…I can throw those 5 syllable words too, but you don’t see me making an ass of myself…well, not over that anyhow).  This one doesn’t use proper APA format, and has docked me points every week supposedly for using APA format (I only did that the first week…week 2, I tried to figure out her whacked system).  Who can tell exactly why when all she does is paste a form letter into the gradebook that says I wrongly cited an example (when I used no examples in those assignments…I think she may have mistaken me for someone else, but if this keeps up…I may just have to go over her head…I’ve never had less than 100% for any of my graduate courses…I don’t mind her using her own system, but I do mind having my grade lowered for doing it right…if you want to use your own system then don’t figure it into the grading)?  Her latest thing is to arbitrarily move the outline due date up a week.  Fun.  I’m glad this is my last semester for a while.  I need the break.  She, however, will not be getting one from me; she will get a less than stellar review come the end of the semester (fair, but not fabulous).

 

In far better news, the garage called and the fix is indeed very simple (a new steering fluid pump and timing)!  And the bill with labor is around $300 (that is not bad at all…it brings our entire car crisis bill to $800…much less than the head job alone would have cost…ok, maybe I won’t stab Will).  Woohoo!  Even though I need to take my Breeze into our sexy mechanic Charles for a brake job and get Mom a new air conditioner, I should still have a few bob to enjoy Natchitoches.