In a van down by the river

I'm totally over this blood clot crap. So the ultra sound came back clean but the blood work I had done was inconclusive. What?! So now I get to see a Hematologist. Enter the insurance drama.

I have to call to find a Hematologist and that in it self is a challenge. I have crappy insurance that cannot seem to update their website EVER so 80% of the doctors listed are no longer at the listed numbers and the remaining doctors are not seeing new clients. Every doctor search turns out to be a nightmare. I find a doctor and set an appointment, trying not to think about the fact that I could still have clots floating around. Well, two days before the appointment I get a call saying the doctor has decided not to see new clients. Fantastic!! The other doctor does not have an opening for 2 more weeks; without any other options, I set the appointment. In the meantime I try a few other doctors on the list. I get hung up on once and leave a message for a different doctor. At 8pm I get a call on my cell phone from a woman who sounds confused. She explains that she is a doctor and I left a message for her to call me. I proceed to tell her my situation. She then says she doesn't really have an office right now so she probably shouldn't take any new clients. WHAT?! Seriously?! What are the odds that I would find the one wacko doctor who treats her patients out of a van down by the river? Pretty high actually. It's a gift I have.

So I meet with the specialist (in an actual office...I think) on Tuesday where I'm sure he will say the previous doctor had the blood work drawn too quickly after I was taken off of the blood thinners. He'll make me take more tests which will cost an arm and a leg but will hopefully come back conclusively clean. Fingers crossed.

The circus never ends....

I feel a panic attack coming!

The invitations came in!! Now the hard part begins. So do I handwrite every single envelope which is what every single bridal book tells you to do or do I save my sanity and print up the already typed up addresses? Would I be turning on my wedding professional status by printing up some silly addresses? Would people say things like "I can't believe she didn't handwrite these!"? I'm a nut, yeah I know.

And then there's the guest list. A guest list that has ballooned to outrageous numbers. Is it wrong to want to invite friends whom you love over family you barely know?!

This is supposed to be fun right?! Are my Bridezilla horns showing? I need a massage and a nap and a some Chunky Monkey ice cream.....STAT!

My Viper Doppler 2000

I'm clot free!! I saw the Doctor last week for what could be my final time with her. She was so wonderfully patient with me through the entire ordeal. She welcomed my sense of humor and never seemed annoyed when the waterworks started. She still cannot explain why my leg turned purple or why it is still hurting. Apparently I'm a medical anomaly which does not come as a surprise to my mother. :) So she orders the last round of tests and we all hope this is just a passing ordeal. I had some final blood tests done last week and so far everything has come back clean. I had a Doppler Ultrasound done on my leg today and the blood is flowing fine. I should be free for good and I am SO thankful! Thankful for a patient Doctor. Thankful it's not forever. Thankful to know I'm no longer a sneeze away from a pulmonary embolism. Thankful I can FINALLY have that glass of wine that has been haunting me since November. :) I'm just thankful!

When it rains....

The Offshore Technology Conference (OTC) has moved in to Reliant Center and in to my way. The parking lot was full of quickly moving, highly impatient oil people in rented cars. And to make matters more interesting, it was raining. Hundreds of well dressed people running around to avoid the rain. So my commute was anything but usual. And as I sat there trapped in my car watching these scurrying well dressed people make their way through the parking lot, I witnessed the funniest thing.

This man comes from the Center heading back to his car. He's in no hurry. In his left hand he is dragging a wheeled briefcase. In his right hand he has a crumpled up McDonald's bag which he has pushed on to his very bald head. I'm guessing he was trying to block the rain but I cannot for the life of me see how! Slowly walking through the parking lot with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. In the pouring rain. It made me chuckle! To see all the scurrying and rushing and then to see this silly man with his silly McDonald's sack seemingly, magically keeping him dry. It made me smile through the rain.

It amazes me how God sends me smiles whenever I least expect them. Whenever I'm frustrated or distracted, He stops me in my tracks and makes me laugh. And who doesn't love to laugh?!