Speedy Delivery

We picked up two vials from the bank this morning and just dropped them off at our clinic.

Jendeis: Swim fast, boys!

John Dear: Run silent; run deep.

We're Doing This Again

And, we're on to the Georges Cinq episode of As the Inseminations Turn.  Just got the surge today, so I'll be going in tomorrow and Wednesday for 5.1 and 5.2.  Way to fit in another chance before 2009 ends, body!

Since all of the hullaballoo of the past few weeks, see below, I forgot to call in for vials to be shipped from the cryobank to our RE's office.  Oops.  We're going to have to pick those up tomorrow morning and bring them with us.  Pray that whatever saints and angels control traffic in the DC area are smiling down on us tomorrow, as we'll have to completely cross the city in order to do this.

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In other news, my office was painted last week while I was sick (the being sick was incidental, it would've been painted if I was not sick too).  The walls are now a lovely shade of blah, much better than the dismal light blah that used to be on the walls (complete with scuffs, scratches and giant holes in the plaster).  In honor of my new office, I've completely changed the layout.

This is how my office originally looked:

The above picture doesn't really convey how cramped I was in my section of the room.  The new new way gives me a lot more space and gives me more space for piles.

This is how my office looks now:

Cool, huh?

The only thing that is really taking some getting used to is that my computer is in a new spot (sort of).  It used to be on my Desk, right next to the Phone Desk.  Now, it is on the Table with Piles of Paper right next to the Phone Desk.  It's nice to have more room, but now, when someone walks into my office, they can see what's on my screen.  I will have to be much more "subterfugeous" about my blog reading now.  Yeah, right.

I'm home and I'm sick

Just a bad cold, but it just sucks to be sick.  It all started with a sore throat on Monday and just progressed from there.

We drove up to NJ on Sunday and my uncle's funeral was on Monday.  It was a graveside service and I thought it was really moving.  The rabbi did a good job to keep it meaningful, but didn't prolong things in the 30°F cold.

We then went to my aunt & uncle's house for shiva (part of the Jewish mourning ritual).  For those who do not have experience with this, it would remind you of a wake -- lots of people, lots of talking, lots of food.

JD and I drove back home on Tuesday morning, so that he could make his follow-up appointment with the pain clinic.  I futilely attempted sleep in the waiting room.  Really, all I accomplished was to watch court shows.

Hopefully, I'll be more exciting tomorrow.

I'm on the left

Necessities

A Perfect Storm

I'm not referring to the possible 20 inches we're in the midst of receiving.  Instead, I'm talking about the fact that I've been hit with the illness and death of many loved ones.

My uncle died this morning.  We thought it would take much longer, but his numbers had been steadily decreasing and he went into multiple organ failure earlier this week.  He lived a long, fruitful life -- he got to see his own children grow up, marry and have their own children.
JD and I will try to drive up tomorrow in order to attend my uncle's funeral on Monday. I just feel like I'll be better off having my own car there.


My dad is devastated.  I did not have a close relationship with my uncle, but my heart aches for my father.  The infection in my father's leg seems to be lessening, although it is by no means gone.  My mother says that his leg looks 50% better than what they originally dealt with at the ER.

My Fairy Godmother (my therapist of many years who I'm quite close to) told me last night that she likely has liver cancer.  We will find out after the new year if this is certain and what can be done about it.  I have dreaded losing her for a long time.  I don't want to face this.  She has had such a profound affect on my life and I don't want to lose her.  The good thing is that we will have time to say goodbye.

The Irony Is Not Lost On Me

Tonight, I spent an hour in line at the post office for two stamps for two letters that had to be posted today.

I came home and checked my mail to discover a brochure advertising the ability to have stamps delivered to your door.

Yeah.  The irony is not lost on me.
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Yesterday, I was at the TOOTPU Cookie Exchange -- a gathering of a bunch of the DC-area IF bloggers to gossip, eat, drink and make merry.  I was the only one of us without kids or pregnant.

The irony is not lost on me.
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When a group of people get together, they start discussing what they have in common.  Well, everyone at the party but me, has their kids in common.  There was lots of talking of babies and Christmas and playgroups and the like.  (Probably only a couple minutes, I was in a bad emotional place so my perception is likely not accurate).  I completely lost my cool and started crying in the middle of our party.  I'm ashamed and embarassed.  I know that none of the girls judge me for it, but I judge me for it.

The irony is not lost on me.
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My uncle is possibly dying.  My father developed an infection in his leg due to his travelling to visit my uncle in the hospital and is now in and out of the hospital himself.

The irony is not lost on me.
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I've had enough irony for awhile.  I'm feeling sorry for myself and going to try to snap out of it soon.