Yesterday was one of those days where I felt like an absolute asshole.
I woke up at 3:45 because of an extremely screwed up nightmare involving my ex-stepfather’s house [again] and a very creepy ghost cloud thing. It took me until 5 am to calm down enough to go back to sleep.
I managed to forget my OB appointment that was scheduled for Monday and had to reschedule the thing for Tuesday at 9:45. That meant that we all had to get up in time to drop Cara off at Mom’s and then book it to the doctor’s office. Once we were done at the OB’s office, we had to haul ass home so that I could call in for an interview deal with these people:
Amanda Peet, Actress and mother
Rosalynn Carter, Former First Lady and Cofounder of ECBT
Betty Bumpers, Former First Lady of Arkansas and Cofounder of ECBT
Renee Jenkins, MD, FAAP, President, American Academy of Pediatrics
Paul Offit, MD, Chief, Division of Infectious Diseases and Director, Vaccine Education Center, Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia
Ann Hotez, Mother of autistic daughter
Amy Pisani, MS, Executive Director, ECBT
I had taken notes on Dr. Sears’s alternative vaccine schedule and some of my concerns about the efficacy of some vaccines like the rotavirus vaccine. Basically, I was prepared and ready for the call. [The asshole part is coming.]
Based on EVERY past OB appointment without Cara, we have spent a grand total of five minutes in the office. [Per visit, of course.] Murphy’s Law then states that since I had a really important thing that I had to do that the doctor’s visit would take a decade; fucking Murphy.
By the time we got out of my OB appointment, it was 11am and I was thirty minutes late for the interview.
BUT, I was prepared!
Being the “plan ahead” kind of chick that I am [snort], I had written down the phone number and access code and had slipped it into my bag. The second we got in the car I furiously dialed the phone number and kept getting told by an obnoxious ass automated voice that my code was incorrect. FINALLY, I was connected to the operator who very politely informed me that the conference call had been from 10-11 am EASTERN time and that the call was over.
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!
When we got home I just wanted to crawl under a rock.
Oh well…there’s nothing I can do about it now except not accept any more call-in interview thingamajigs.
On a positive note, the doctor I saw yesterday was really cool. She said that I was having a “marvelous” pregnancy [And I lost .6 lbs]. She also used “great” a whole lot. I can’t help but think that maybe when the doctors at this practice go through orientation they are instructed to always use “great” when describing fun things like protein levels in urine and blood pressure.
I know one thing though.
If/when one of those docs say something like “things are looking alright” or “we might want to watch that” then I’ll know that I’m screwed.