So, I woke up this morning feeling new. The dark mood that has hung over me for the last few days had subsided, and I was ready to take on the world.
Then I called my doctor's office.
I had called yesterday to let them know I had started a new cycle so that my doctor could do a requisition for my day 3 work-up. I ended up getting her nurse's answering machine, so I told her what was up and asked her to call me back on my cell. Well, she didn't call my cell, but she did leave a message at the house asking me to call and confirm which lab I wanted my requisition sent to.
I figured I'd tackle that before I went to work, because I know I have a busy day ahead of me at the office, and I don't need any distractions.
I get the receptionist. I ask her to transfer me to my doctor's nurse. She says she's sorry, but she can't do that before nine. Fine. Can I leave a message? Then she says, with full snark on, that she just explained that she can't put me through until 9. Now normally, I would have just put my tail between my legs and called back later, but I've got full on raging Day 2 hormones going on. So I said that I understood that, but perhaps she could grab a pen and write down a message?
It doesn't come out well on screen, but my words were literally dripping with the snark I was throwing right back at her.
She reluctantly agreed to take the message, and I hung up.
And then I cried.
Damn I hate hormones.