...and there's nothing I can do about it!
Ok, so I can change some of it, but it's just crazy.
This morning I had to return to the Blood & Cancer Center bright and early again. I got weighed, again. Boo! Seriously, how can I have gained 12 pounds in less than 3 weeks? Blood work looked good, but they don't run an hCG level. Doctor told me to call if my numbers don't go down on Friday and they'll give me another round of methotrexate next week. I really don't want that.
TMI, but I think my numbers are finally falling. My bre.asts have been less full and tender and I've started to cramp and bleed. Hopefully it will show in the beta on Friday.
Mid-morning, my baby sister called. She had a rough weekend and was in the ER Sunday night with a gallbladder attack. Which is pretty interesting, since she had her gallbladder out last October! Well, she went to see a specialist up north, and guess what? She's having her gallbladder out AGAIN on April 9th. The specialist says that she still has one, and doesn't know what the doctor here took out! No joke! And if having surgery you already had once isn't bad enough, she paid for her surgery out of pocket in October as she didn't have insurance from her job yet. I feel horrible for her.
I've been struggling at work with idiots. Not many of my co-workers know what's going on, as I don't feel it's really any of their business, plus I've had really negative experiences with some of them with my other losses. But, people are starting to wonder what's going on with me. The people I want to know, know, and they are wonderful. (Minus the manager who is now trying to be my best friend) Sometimes I wish I could just be honest and blurt it out, but I can't really do that without tears. And I hate the pity looks I get, as well.
Tomorrow is a new day. That's what I keep telling myself.