Before I warp into a hurricane of fury and loathing, IUI 3 went just as well as we could have hoped. Although we had to get up and be out the door at a time that should not even exist and the Hubs is not a morning person, he was his usual charming self. Just imagine the man in a flannel shirt, worn-out boxers, and wool logging type socks standing with his hands on his hips and wickedly saying “I’m gonna need a cup.” Really? Awkward and hilarious. Thank the heavens he doesn’t allow his crazy to be exposed in public (often). The spermies weren’t quite as high in number as last time but motility was reported as being higher than his previous sample. The only concern I had was that the IUI was actually performed about an 1 1/2 after it was scheduled. But, whatever. It’s fine. Luckily I had minimal cramping this time, no discharge at all, and was really pretty comfortable. I was totally expecting the ovaries having a firework show but all they did was tentatively announce their presence.
Moving on. Today was a literal shit show. We had 8 surgeries to be done between 8-10. I didn’t leave the surgery suite for the entire 2 hours. I euthanized 2 pets yesterday afternoon and then had to let go another patient first thing this morning. I cried with the owners, which is supes fun at 10:11 am. This all was followed by scheduled intercourse over the lunch hour when you are exhausted (= exact opposite of fun, as you all know). I finished lunch by reading a completely ridiculous response from a rescue who decided to rudely trash veterinary medicine and declare all veterinarians as money hungry a-holes. Dear person who likes to make medical calls based on personal experience, um, salmonella is a real thing that exists in raw meat. Not fiction. Moron. Then we finished the clinic day by running our asses off and with me doing an enema on a impacted cat. Guess what? Prognosis on that cat is seriously horrible too. Yay me x 10,000. Oh and I got to spend a 2 hour session with a couple who are newly pregnant discussing a difficult case and all she did was talk about avoiding stress while caressing her abdomen. This same couple is having a hard time caring for their pets, have medical issues, and “accidentally” became pregnant. This pleasant experience occurred at the same time as another coworker brought in her 2 month old gorgeous baby girl and my associate added newborn pictures to his desk…in the office that we also share.
Ladies. I think I hate pregnant people (most of them…but honestly sometimes all of them). Why can’t I hide pregnant real people like I hide them on Facebook? This is some real horse shit. Hey universe, enough with the babies and preggers. Enough. Just give me a bloody break. I know that we are at a damn Air Force base, but put something in the water. I will even write a prescription. I can even spay a few that are unnecessarily breeding.
Additionally we are never, ever getting orders from this base. Never. NEVER. I don’t want to stay here! I need a change. I don’t want the Hubs to go to Korea for a year just so we can leave! We have put in our time here at this base. We have been a good little military couple. And I like him and he mows my lawn. He also makes me good dinners. Best part is that it’s day 1 of the stupid, ridiculous, insane 2WW. I am trying to be positive, sing songs of hearts and ponies to the little cells, but we are at T-13 and today was icky and I cannot even have an entire box of wine because that is exactly what I need right now.
But I am trying to be happy. I am trying to be. Cause IUI 3 went okee dokee. So bloody hearts and colicky ponies.