Are you pulling my leg?
Since I haven't posted a photo in awhile, I tho
ught I'd take one of my latest purchase.
This weekend I bought a couple of pairs of clunky high-heels, and was wearing this pair today for fun. They put me at about 6'2" and eye level with the guys at work. Even my cat's love them! I figure I might as well enjoy them while I can, as I probably won't be wearing a lot of heels during or after pregnancy.
Today I went to my primary Dr's office to pick up my BCPs. The pick up line was long and full of sick people, so I walked across the hall and had my blood drawn while waiting for them to fill my prescription.
Ironically, it must have been take your kid for blood draw day. --If you don't want to read about kids, skip down past the blue.--
It's a large hospital, where they have blood draws streamlined. You enter the blood draw area, there are a bunch of seats in a row, and you sit in whatever becomes available. (Kind of like watching dairy cattle on a milk farm go to a stanchion.)
I was surrounded by kids. There was a petite Indian mother in front of me who seemed lost and kept her son close at hand, a chatty dad behind me was telling his son how they were just going to prick his finger, and it would be pretty cool. Behind him, there was a new mother rocking a stroller. There were another 7 or so kids in the waiting room.
Three people left their stanchions at about the same time, so we all sat down in an empty stanchion with our numbers, and waited. The nurses attend the children first. The boy in front did quite well, and it sounded like he only had a finger prick. The boy behind me got the shock of his life, as he was having blood drawn! There was no doubt when they inserted the needle, he let out a wail and started crying! It was so sad, the dad was saying 'Look, look, isn't it cool? That's YOUR blood going into that jar!'.
'Surprisingly' this was NOT cool to the little guy having the work done. The boy wailed louder, and started making the baby fussy and the other boy nervous.
Out rushed a matronly representative of the hospital with a special key. At the end of the row was a tall locked cabinet that was filled with STUFFED ANIMALS! The entire row got to pick one! (For some reason hey skipped me! -- I blame the heels.) The Indian boy wanted an elephant (and they had one) the boy behind me got a bear, and sobbed a thanks. I didn't see what the baby got. The lady locked up the rest of the animals in the cabinet and left as quickly as she appeared, saying how pleased she was they actually had an elephant. It was pretty cute, and much better than doling out lollipops.
When I finally made it back to the pharmacy the line was cleared up, and I only had to wait a few moments for a cashier. The interaction reminded me of all of my other IVF related prescriptions. It seems anything related to fertility is $$$$$. Tim jokes that if you can't pay $10k for a baby, you don't really want one. Even the Pill has gotten expensive!
The person at the counter processing the paperwork rang me up and said WOW! I've never seen these before, they're expensive! They must NOT be generic. (they were) He rang up the $76 for three packets, still chatting about how expensive they are, and wondering why they would cost so much. (I think I'll only need two packages, but oh well.) He finishes up the transaction, and happily points me to the next line (which was blessedly empty) with the instructions to wait there for the pharmacist consult.
The pharmacist that came out did a double take. She seemed surprised that someone my age/height needed a consult on the Pill. (she couldn't see that I had cute heals on) She skeptically asked, 'so you've never taken these before?'. Of course I haven't, but she still rephrased it a few times, as if I wasn't getting it. I don't know if she thought I was too old to be starting on the pill now, too tall, or what, but it was pretty funny. Fortunately, she mellowed out, and was quite nice in the end.
It seems odd that I'm going on the pill to get pregnant. I re-read the instructions sent by my clinic a few times just to make sure. But according to my Dr, that's the course of action, and so I'm now on the pill for the next 21 days.
ught I'd take one of my latest purchase.This weekend I bought a couple of pairs of clunky high-heels, and was wearing this pair today for fun. They put me at about 6'2" and eye level with the guys at work. Even my cat's love them! I figure I might as well enjoy them while I can, as I probably won't be wearing a lot of heels during or after pregnancy.
Today I went to my primary Dr's office to pick up my BCPs. The pick up line was long and full of sick people, so I walked across the hall and had my blood drawn while waiting for them to fill my prescription.
Ironically, it must have been take your kid for blood draw day. --If you don't want to read about kids, skip down past the blue.--
It's a large hospital, where they have blood draws streamlined. You enter the blood draw area, there are a bunch of seats in a row, and you sit in whatever becomes available. (Kind of like watching dairy cattle on a milk farm go to a stanchion.)
I was surrounded by kids. There was a petite Indian mother in front of me who seemed lost and kept her son close at hand, a chatty dad behind me was telling his son how they were just going to prick his finger, and it would be pretty cool. Behind him, there was a new mother rocking a stroller. There were another 7 or so kids in the waiting room.
Three people left their stanchions at about the same time, so we all sat down in an empty stanchion with our numbers, and waited. The nurses attend the children first. The boy in front did quite well, and it sounded like he only had a finger prick. The boy behind me got the shock of his life, as he was having blood drawn! There was no doubt when they inserted the needle, he let out a wail and started crying! It was so sad, the dad was saying 'Look, look, isn't it cool? That's YOUR blood going into that jar!'.
'Surprisingly' this was NOT cool to the little guy having the work done. The boy wailed louder, and started making the baby fussy and the other boy nervous.
Out rushed a matronly representative of the hospital with a special key. At the end of the row was a tall locked cabinet that was filled with STUFFED ANIMALS! The entire row got to pick one! (For some reason hey skipped me! -- I blame the heels.) The Indian boy wanted an elephant (and they had one) the boy behind me got a bear, and sobbed a thanks. I didn't see what the baby got. The lady locked up the rest of the animals in the cabinet and left as quickly as she appeared, saying how pleased she was they actually had an elephant. It was pretty cute, and much better than doling out lollipops.
When I finally made it back to the pharmacy the line was cleared up, and I only had to wait a few moments for a cashier. The interaction reminded me of all of my other IVF related prescriptions. It seems anything related to fertility is $$$$$. Tim jokes that if you can't pay $10k for a baby, you don't really want one. Even the Pill has gotten expensive!
The person at the counter processing the paperwork rang me up and said WOW! I've never seen these before, they're expensive! They must NOT be generic. (they were) He rang up the $76 for three packets, still chatting about how expensive they are, and wondering why they would cost so much. (I think I'll only need two packages, but oh well.) He finishes up the transaction, and happily points me to the next line (which was blessedly empty) with the instructions to wait there for the pharmacist consult.
The pharmacist that came out did a double take. She seemed surprised that someone my age/height needed a consult on the Pill. (she couldn't see that I had cute heals on) She skeptically asked, 'so you've never taken these before?'. Of course I haven't, but she still rephrased it a few times, as if I wasn't getting it. I don't know if she thought I was too old to be starting on the pill now, too tall, or what, but it was pretty funny. Fortunately, she mellowed out, and was quite nice in the end.
It seems odd that I'm going on the pill to get pregnant. I re-read the instructions sent by my clinic a few times just to make sure. But according to my Dr, that's the course of action, and so I'm now on the pill for the next 21 days.
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