I bloody HATED this week. Every patient was a shitty medicine case and plenty of them decided to high five Jesus. Let me give you a run-down: my anesthetic death case, an unvaccinated puppy who likely passed from distemper, a feline with megacolon that is completely uncontrolled, an acute renal failure dog…and an older client who decided to unload a can of whoop-ass on the phone. Now mind you that client did not realize that she was talking to one of the doctors, but became irate when I did not immediately find her in our computer system and stated that she was one of the Boss Man’s oldest clients so we would always make time for her. I sure as hell will NOT. Her attitude was rude and inconsiderate as well as extremely condescending. If she treats any of our assistants like that I will not see her or her pets. I was so angry I almost lost my cool on the phone and informed her exactly as to who she was talking to. Fortunately I was able to control my German rage and move on with the day.
Then yesterday, at 7dpIUI the cramps began. Nothing crazy, but definitely AF like cramps. I am already figuring out my schedule for IUI #4 . I know it’s early, I know that it might be okay. But, honestly, let’s be realistic. The cramps have continued through today and my response was to eat all of the pickles I could find. All of them. I am working out and getting that schedule set in stone, so that is a positive. Can’t say I really enjoy being super sore again. Not quite as fun as when I was youthful and training for track. It has made me sleep wonderfully though and I just feel better.
I just don’t know what to say. Maybe the cramps are really not a bad thing. I do generally have those cramps about a couple days before the wicked witch shows up, meaning these ones are a bit early. But, SERIOUSLY. I find that have another BFN would be a great way to end one of the worst professional weeks I have had in quite some time. I really just want to mark a stick with some urine.