Ok. The boy texted me back. He does like carrots!

♥ vw and her CBD.

Suddenly, CBD stands for Carrot-Bacon-Dude in my mind.

How much does it crack me up that CBD likes carrots...

Annabel has Fifth Disease. The fact she has the rash means she isn't contagious anymore, so she'll go back to daycare tomorrow.

vw and CBD are adorable!

I think I just threw my office into a tailspin. Every two weeks we have a payday social. Basically an excuse to get together and drink beer. Whatever. I normally miss them cause they start at 4:30 and I'm usually gone at 2:30. But today's social is in my honor.

Now, those of you who have gone drinking with me know I'm not really a beer drinker (shocking, I know). On the few occasions I do drink beer, it tends to be Guinness (or however you spell it). So today I asked the guy organizing this thing if they had Guinness. The first answer was no, but then I've heard rumblings of them figuring out where they could grab some and who has a car and could they get it cold and on and on.

Really, not a big deal and I feel bad for saying something.

I hope you don't catch it, Susan. Mom got that from one of the kids at the school she works at and it is definitely no fun for adults.

Some charming, extremely Not Safe For Work, and extremely heteronormative safe sex posters.

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Yeah, the doctor mentioned that with adults it goes to the joints and can really hurt. I guess we'll just wait and see. I'm just glad I'm not pregnant, since apparently it can cause miscarriage or birth defects.

I second this, Teppy. Don't feel bad about calling your doctor. You need your results.

Yes. Call them.

I called, and the receptionist was all, "Well, if you just had it yesterday, it takes a few days for them to send the results, blah blah blah,"

And I said, "Don't they send them over the internet?"

And she was all (scornfully), "They use the MAIL!"

So I said, well, I'm leaving town Saturday morning for a week, and I need to know the results right away. Can I leave a message for Dr. H. to call my cell, especially if she doesn't get the MAIL until next week?

And receptionist was all, "When do you come back?"

And I said, "I WANT MY RESULTS EVEN IF IT MEANS SHE CALLS ME ON MY VACATION I'M HAVING HORRIBLE PAIN IN MY PELVIC REGION WHAT ARE YOU NOT UNDERSTANDING HERE?????"

Or, actually, I said, "It's irrelevant when I come back, because I'm requesting that Dr. H. call my cell as soon as she has the results."

Receptionist: "Well, she still needs to know when you'll be back in town."

Me: "WHY??????"

Receptionist: "If it's something bad [hand to god, she said "something bad"] and needs to schedule you for surgery."

I gave up at that point and told her when I'd be back. I declined to mention that once I get back, they're not under my insurance anyway.

And now I'm suddenly not all that sad that my OB/GYN is not covered by my new insurance.

Some charming, extremely Not Safe For Work, and extremely >heteronormative safe sex posters.

Hmmm. Random naked fae girl floating through a sea of penises isn't "charming" to me. It's actually kind of traumatizing. (Though I've been told that I have medical-grade Issues, so take that as you will.)

And now I'm suddenly not all that sad that my OB/GYN is not covered by my new insurance.

Hate to say it, but her response to your issues with pain during PIV make me not at all sad that she's not covered. (It's one of the things you're supposed to report to your doctor! Not one of the things where they say, "Oh, that happens.")