I would love to be able to tell you that today's procedure was a piece of cake and went off without a hitch. But I can't tell you that. Because it didn't happen. The entire procedure didn't happen.
I guess you could say it was a bust. HA!
Seriously, I arrived at the hospital bright and early this morning only to be told that I couldn't have the MRI done because I was not at the right point in my cycle. She mumbled something about breast changes during different parts of your cycle, but all I heard was "it ain't gonna happen." The kind nurse informed me that my doctor's office should have known this and made my appointment accordingly, but since my doctor's office made my appointment six months ago, I'm pretty sure they had no freakin' idea where I'd be in my cycle on July 1st. Heck, half the time I don't even know where I am in my cycle.
So, I get to call in a day or so and reschedule and I get to dread the experience again! Joy!
Do you want to know what I did after my appointment was canceled? I went to a local coffee house and sat and read my book. Do you know what I did then? I went to Target and looked at whatever I wanted to. I browsed. I wandered aimlessly, wonderfully. I didn't have to "go this way, Mommy" or hear "I want that Power Ranger, Mommy." I mean, I did have to hear it from other people's children, but not mine! Bwahahahahaha! (small digression: I want to hereby postulate a theory that Target has become the go-to place for saving mothers' sanity. I saw so many moms and young kids and I think we all just go there to get the hell out of the house now and then. Target should totally take advantage of this. I mean, more than they already do.)
Then I had a delightful lunch with my mother and then I went shopping. Where I fit into a pants size smaller than normal because I have lost 7 pounds! Did I neglect to mention that? I'm surprised you all can't see the lights from the neon sign I put up over our house announcing my weight loss.
So, not the day I expected. Better. Much better.
6 years ago