Lost in Space

I seem to be lost in the Blogger World. Nothing different from real life I guess. I kind of fit in with everyone else and nothing extraordinary really grabs attention. Would profuse swearing help? Maybe nude pictures... maybe I need to blog more often... no, that couldn't be it. I just have a hard time keeping up with things.... laziness I guess you could say.

Not much to update on our adoption. We got all of the documents for our dossier done and sent to our agency for proofing. We got an email Friday evening from our agency saying that in their re-accreditation process, 4 more documents are now required in dossiers. The first being a letter from the department that licenses our homestudy agency. Second, a detailed financial statement, third a detailed medical clearnance letter requesting lab results and reference numbers from different tests, i.e. Hiv, HepB, TB, and something else.... The last document, and this is a kicker: a letter from whoever licenses our medical doctor stating that they are, in fact, a Doctor. Let me tell you something about military doctors. I don't even have the same one that I had when our homestudy was done. He just processed to a different base. Second, our clinic doesn't know who is going to take his place yet. Third, it takes us a month to get an appointment as it is.... it just seems hopeless.

While we are on the topic of medical issues. I just found out last week that I have fibroids. I don't know anything else than that. I told my doctor in April that my stomach was very tender and as always my cycle was erratic. He didn't even examine me. I made an appt. for a gyn. exam and he found "something". He said he couldn't tell what it was, but wanted me to have a CT scan. I played phone tag with our radiology dept for 3 weeks before I got my scan. Then a couple of days later, I get a call from the radiology dept. and they want to schedule me for an ultrasound. "Hold on I say, my doctor wanted me to have a CT Scan which I had two days ago." She said, "yeah, he ordered an ultrasound for you yesterday." So, now I'm freaking out, why do I need an ultrasound? "You should call your doctor." Fine. I call and 7 hours later, I finally get to talk to a person. Fibroids. Large mass. Ultrasound. Those were the only words that I heard.

So, good patient that I am, I call radiology back to schedule my appt. "When do you expect your cycle to end?" the tech asks.

I giggle, "If you can tell me, I'll give you a million dollars. I have no idea."

She says, "Well, when was your last period?"

"April."

"Well, how long has your cycle been irregular?"

"Oh... for about 10 years now."

"Well, I can't schedule you until you start your cycle so call me back when you start."

"When I start? What if it's a month, 3 months?" I feel like my uterus is splitting as we speak, and you want me to wait LONGER!?!?

"Well, if it hasn't started in another month we'll go from there."

Fine.

Can anyone see how I may be a little pissed? I should have been exercising my psychic abilities so that I would know, then this whole thing could have been avoided..... I would know when my period would start. I would have known I was going to get fibroids so I could tell my doctor what was wrong with me.

So, for now, I will go around with my swollen middle, looking like I am in my 5th month of pregnancy, and I will grit my teeth through the pain, and when my cycle starts, I'll go have my ultrasound. If I don't bleed to death first.

Honestly, I'm glad that there really is something wrong this time. At least there is an explanation.