Next Week -- Sometime

I appeared at the appointed time this morning.  And I was called in right away.  Great!

But it wasn't the ultrasound technician.  It was someone in billing, whom I've never seen before.  Who handed me a sheaf of papers she said had just come in from the other office.  Bills.  $1500 worth of bills, to be exact.  Which I needed to pay now.  I asked her if my husband could call her with the charge card number that we are using.  That would be fine, she said, as long as the bill was paid before I left the office.  She asked if I wanted to use her phone.  I told her not to bother.

Now, generally speaking, this is what happens.  They call me with the amount owing, I call my husband, and he calls them with the card number.  Always the same day.  Apparently, even though we have already paid thousands, that wasn't good enough.  And, let's be frank.  We have paid them tens of thousands of dollars over the last seven years or so.  They've never chased us to pay them.

I was p*ssed.  Really p*ssed.  And I really let her have it, specifically about courtesy, as in wouldn't a phone call about having to pay FIFTEEN HUNDRED DOLLARS ON THE SPOT have been courteous?  So, I went out to my car, got my cell phone, and got the card number from my husband.  But I was so very, very angry.  This whole cycle has been one piece of idiocy after another.  I would like to say that they honestly don't give a damn, but I'm not sure that is the case.  They are just so disorganized.  At least when they were part of the hospital, things seemed to run better.  They are all the same people.  And I do recognize that I am experiencing all of this while hopped up on lots of estrogen.

So, eh, whatever.  My lining is OK.  The donor did not get her trigger shot tonight, but she probably will tomorrow.  Which means I can stop my Lupron injections (which really throw a person into temporary menopause).  Yes!  I'm getting tired of the hot flashes.  I don't think I have any other symptoms of Lupron craziness, though perhaps the billing person might tell you otherwise.  If the donor gets her trigger shot tomorrow, DH will have to provide his contribution on Monday morning.  Which means a Thursday transfer.  And the end of my evening glass of wine for awhile.

Other than that, the only excitement today was learning that the f*cking mice are back.  I know, I told you it was a mouse.  And, in fact, DH found a dead mouse today.  In our den.  Where we sit every night as a family.  We couldn't figure out why it decided to expire there, but we were glad.  The mouse was dead.  Yippee.  Later on, I saw something in the dim light as I crossed through the dining room.  I turned on the light, and it was another effing mouse.  Feet up.  Cat watching intently.  I couldn't believe my eyes.  But, it was just faking it, because in a moment, it was off again, trying to get away.  But the cat wasn't having any of it.  It was over in a heart beat.  And the mystery of the dead mouse in the den was solved.  I guess that will teach us not to put the traps out.  Thank G*d for my alley cats.  I really hope that this is the end of it.  Although DD's whole class will hear about this now, since she now knows that we had some uninvited guests.  Perhaps it was my screaming that got her attention and caused her to come running. 

Now we just have to figure out where they came from.  DH suggested that maybe they were eating the cat food that we have stored in the basement.  You know, the stash that we have in case the bird flu or some other catastrophe hits?  We're ready.  Dot gov.  Well, not so much. 

But at least the mice are happy.

Comments

[DG]

That would have made me really cross!!

[Flo]

I know you just can't handle ANY extra stress when your high on all those hormones, but HOW exciting that you are looking at a transfer this week. Or should I say THIS week? Wow! :-)

About that last glass of wine... I think I can confess now that I had half a glass of cava on the night of the transfer. As a very early celebratory drink! Good luck this week, I'll be thinking of you!

[stacyb]

we had a major mouse problem in our house a while ago...they used to come out while we were eating dinner and sometime when i opened the drawers in the kitchen i'd find mouse poop...the only thing i could think was "it's better then rats". anyway we now own two cats.

and very exciting that your transfer is coming up!