A Day in the Life

December 19, 2008

This is what has happened in the last 24 hours.

  • Thursday, 3pm: Hurriedly wrap everything up at work and leave early
  • 4pm: Arrive at home for the first time in 6 days since ice storm and power outage; everything seems fairly intact; work for a couple of hours
  • 6pm: Support group meeting
  • 9pm: Clean out refrigerator and catalogue contents; basically everything must be thrown away except mustard (tip for future weeklong blackouts: brie and goat cheese don’t fare well unrefrigerated for a week); we actually don’t have enough garbage cans for everything, so a bunch of stuff must wait in the freezer until the next trash day
  • 11pm: DH announces after exercising and trying to take a shower that there is no hot water; I spend half an hour crouching on the boiler room floor trying to fix the water heater; no success
  • 12am: DH drops laptop on floor and the guts start spilling out; the limits of his Zen are tested, but my own calm over the computer helps to diffuse his guilt (hint: I’m a lot calmer over computer demise when most things are backed up and just a few files aren’t because the power outage interrupted the nightly server backup that I had instituted after several previous computer catastrophes; I am even calmer when those few lost files belong to someone else)
  • 1am: we go to bed; DH is shivering from dried sweat without his shower
  • Friday, 6am: wake up
  • 7am: blood and dildocam for beginning of IVF #2; DH sits in waiting room, too sleepy to read Newsweek or his book and too disgusted to read the brainless tabloids
  • 7:30am: drive 1.5 hours to house where cat was being generously babysat during blackout
  • 9am: retrieve cat; DH borrows their shower since they have hot water
  • 9:20am: drive back in the direction of home; do work while DH drives
  • 10am: consultation with “genius” at Apple store reveals that cost of fixing computer is almost as much as buying new computer
  • 10:10am: DH waits in car with cat while I desperately try to locate a bathroom in the mall; after speedwalking the entire length of the mall, I find that the bathroom in the food court is filled with workmen, who vaguely direct me downstairs
  • 10:13am: get stuck at escalator behind woman who is gingerly trying to step on (seriously, she stood there for more than 20 seconds); when she finally steps onto the escalator and I maneuver past her, I see that she is carrying a huge waffle cone of ice cream (did I mention that it is 10:13am?)
  • 10:14am: discover that downstairs bathroom is locked
  • 10:17am: sprint to department store where bathroom is located in the furthest possible corner, past the portrait studio filled with a queue of cranky toddlers wearing Christmas sweaters and dippity-do in their hair
  • 10:19am: reach working, unlocked bathroom
  • 11am: go to pharmacy and pick up IVF medications; insurance covers PIO and estrogen pills, and the other almost-$4000 is up to me; DH’s eyes bug out of his head
  • 12pm: get home, both resume working
  • 1pm: plumber arrives, spends an hour fixing water heater (I wasn’t incompetent after all; it really was broken — by the way it’s only a year old, and the damage was definitively caused by the blackout)
  • 2pm: file insurance claim; there will be a $1000 deductible, but we’ll still be able to recoup a bunch of expenses, including the plumber, food, hotel, and spoiled Gonal-F — I think
  • 2:30pm: I discover that while on the phone with insurance, I missed the call from RE’s office; nurse’s voicemail left only partial instructions; when I call back, they have closed the office due to the snowstorm and aren’t even accepting voicemails; I decide to use my judgment in conjunction with a small slip of paper with a scribbled protocol that Dr. Full Steam Ahead handed me a couple of months ago
  • 3pm: blizzard begins

Is there a snow equivalent of “when it rains, it pours”?

We’re fine, really. It’s just a lot for one 24-hour period with no shower; few food options in the house beyond mustard, crackers, and oatmeal; and little sleep. At least the hot water is back now, we got take-out on the way home, and I can take a nap whenever I want.

Stims start tonight!


10 Responses to “A Day in the Life”

  1. Nicole Says:

    Good luck with the stims and your IVF #2! I’m sending my extra zen vibes your way!

    All Grown Up

  2. Geez! How about “When it snows, hold your nose”?

    (As in, lots of stinky things happened to you.)

    Lame, I know. Maybe all the bad luck is out of the way now.

  3. Dora Says:

    That’s a lot!

    Stims, take out and hot water. The makings of a fine evening. 😉

  4. Clio Says:

    Sending calmer days your way!
    good luck with this new cycle 🙂

  5. Wishing4One Says:

    When it snows, it blows…..I don’t know, LOL.

    Hope that the next 24 hours and more are better and things calm down. I see that storm on teh news and man it sucks so bad, sorry you were/are in it.

    Very cool insurance will cover stuff even if there is a 1k deductible, better than not.

    And sorry, I had to laugh, about the bathroom being located in the furthest part of the store, past the portrait studio, LOLLLLLL, i so remember that!

    Thinking of you…xoxoxoxoxox

  6. In Due Time Says:

    Hope you have a Merry Christmas.


  7. ^WiseGuy^ Says:

    Ugh..you really did have a grind! I hope things settle down soon!

    ICLW Trippin’!

  8. Bunny Says:

    what a day!!! hopefully all this chaos in one day means that you will have a calm, peaceful and productive cycle.

  9. Malky B. Says:

    Wow – that’s alot to deal with. Best of luck for IVF #2.

  10. samcy Says:

    Whoa! Hectic much? But yay for startig stims! You’re in my thoughts and prayers.


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