What a crazy past couple of days....

Have I ever mentioned how much I HATE my boss?  I love my job and what I do, but I absolutely despise my boss (and her SIL sidekick)!  Back in August I got in trouble for being "too nice" and was told that being that way would basically get me nowhere in life.  It all started with a daughter of a patient giving me flowers because I helped them so much with scheduling surgery, arranging appointments, etc.   Anyways, my boss said that I was going "above and beyond" and that I was trying to make other employees look bad!  What the heck?!  

So, I've gotten over that (well I'll always hate her for saying that...) and things were back to somewhat normal.  Thursday I got to work and it was immediately busy.  After about 5 phone calls before 9:15, I just knew it was going to be a bad day.  I was scheduling surgeries...cancelling surgeries..setting up cardiac clearance appointmens... I was getting no "breathers."  It was about 12:30 and I still had 3 more patients to schedule from our morning appointment and afternoon patients started at 1:00!  Luckily we had a drug rep bring us lunch so I didn't have to go out... but it was looking like I wasn't even going to get lunch so it wasn't a big deal.  About 12:55 I walked in the break room and went to grab my box lunch and the boss said, "well, have a seat and enjoy your break."  What the hell?  Did she not even realize how freaking busy I was that morning.  Oh that's right, she hides in her office and only comes out to yell about something.  So, back to the lunch.  I grabbed my lunch and headed back to my office to scarf something down in peace and quiet.  She got all pissy about it and stormed behind me to my office.  She was "offended" that I didn't want to eat lunch with the rest of them!  Again, WTH?  First of all, at this point it's 1:00 and everyone is just getting back to work (and I'm just now started to eat).  So I get to my office and jump on the phone to call Mike - She storms in and rants on about how she's liable if I don't take a lunch break and that I have no right to be stressed out because she is always there to help!  YEAH RIGHT!  

So now that Mike has heard her (since he was on the other end of that phone and heard her storm in) chew me out - he finally knows that I'm not lying when I say she is a total biatch!  I get totally upset, throw my lunch away - clock myself back in (after a whole 8 minutes clocked out!) and get back to work.  The afternoon was just as bad, if not worse, in terms of how busy we were.  I think I scheduled like 15 patients that day which is huge for our small office.  

As all of this is going on Thursday, I'm also still not starting AF so I'm stressing about that!  I call the doc and she says that they will order my labs and I can get them drawn on Friday morning.  Friday morning rolls around and I drive up to Piqua to get them drawn and I had to wait for 1 hour and 45 minutes before they took me back!  I was so ticked at this point, plus I was surrounded by like 9 hacking old men that smelled like ben-gay! UGH!  So the lab tech says that my office will call later this afternoon to give me results.. okay that's fine.  I head to work (and I'm 30 minutes late which ticks me off!) and the day is JUST as back as Thursday.  Crazy busy and the boss-woman is psycho!  I'm not even there for 2 hours and I'm forced to take a lunch (yeah... wtf?) so I head home for an hour of peace.  As soon as I get home I realize that my good friend "spot" shows up!  Yeah, I mean - why not?  Why else would I be forced to sit in a lab and get stabbed by a slow lab tech...just for it to all be pissed out the window!  Don't get me wrong - I'm happy that my body is cooperating and I was starting on my own.. but COME ON!  But, spot does justify my crazy hormones lately!

So, I get back from lunch and let my boss know that I will need some time off next week for an appt (cd3 ultrasound) and she says, "why?"  I tell her that I need to go in for an appointment and she plays "sincere" and wants to know more about this process that I'm going through in terms of fertility.  I know she's not sincere and I wish (looking back at the situation) I wouldn't have told her about it at all!  So she realized that next week's appt is a day 3 US so that means that I started AF.  She says, "well that explains that crazy mood because I checked for scheduled yesterday and you weren't ALL that busy!"  Oh my GOD!  I about jumped over her desk and beat the crap out of her!  I looked at her stunned and said, "whatever."  

I hate her!  I hate her!  I hate her!  She's the devil in knock off prada!

So, back to spot.  Usually I spot for like 3 days before actual cd1 so when I talked to the RE's office yesterday.. I told them I would call on Monday to schedule my day 3 US (since I didn't know when day 1 would start).  I use the restroom last night before bed (like 12:30 or so) and AF was there in all her glory!!  I have NEVER in the last 3 years started AF without some pre-af spotting!  But based on the past couple days... of course things wouldn't go as I expected!  (Don't get me wrong, the faster she's here - the faster I can start meds!)  

Now I'm freaking out because would I could Friday as CD1?  If that's the case, day 3 would be on Sunday and I can't go in for an US till Monday!  Would that screw things up?  Then, if I counted CD1 today - day 3 would be Monday and I would have to call them first thing in the morning to go in that same day.  Talk about stressful when their office is over an hour away!  Grr!  On top of all of this, I've totally blew off my diet the last couple days and my scale is NOT my friend this morning!  

Okay, if you made it through all my rants - God bless you.