This afternoon I slept for about an hour. I had the strangest dream. I was in a doctors office and giving myself shots. All the while I was on the telephone on hold. Then I started to spill saline solution as more doctors came in the room. It was really crowded and from memory there were four male doctors and three women. There was one woman behind this small counter and she was asking me questions regarding IVF. Another doctor, a male with a beard was whispering things to me about my feelings and some of the doctors were talking amongst themselves. I was nervous and confused for a few moments but then I began to understand the doctors were trying to figure out what was going on with me. They were having this "round table" discussion about me. Just as I was about to figure everything out the alarm clock started blaring.
Before the nap I got a phone call that really upset me. The repercussion from it is going to be a pain in the ass next time I see Dr. M the therapist. Background: Dr. M asked me to get my hormones checked out. After a week of trying to get my GYN changed to a closer location I gave up and left a message for my PCM to call me and put in the labs, that was last Thursday. Today a nurse practitioner calls me back. She wants to know what hormone levels I need. I didn't know the answer. So she started scrolling through my records saying that I had everything under the sun done in April and June. Then she asked if I was pregnant in that time. Then she says "well, I don't know what this therapist wants so I'll print all these for her. You'll have to fill her in. I don't know what was going on with you then." I know Dr. M doesn't want those. I know, but once the women asked me if I was pregnant I couldn't speak and just wanted to crawl into bed.
I went directly upstairs and crawled into bed. Sometime shortly there after S called to say he got tickets to a hockey game for tonight. That isn't a bad thing. Apparently I like to wallow alone.