Anger.... it is an understatement!

I haven't posted in a while, everything has been kinda crazy.  What with my Grandma being very sick and just dealing with stress all the way around!  Wow, where do I even begin on this topic of anger.  The part that I hate the most is the waiting!  No, wait, it is the constantly fighting the losing battle against my WEIGHT!  Yeah, I think that is the worst part, but after that it is definitely the wait.  Nothing gets under my skin more than having to tell a nurse what she is supposed to do, especially after she is the one who told me what the game plan was.  So, let's start with my last Doctor appointment.... At that point the game plan was that he was going to put me on the highest dosage of chlomid, and on days 10-13 he would schedule for me to have an ultrasound to see how my follicles were developing.  Basically if they were getting to the point to where they were just about to rupture an egg, he would give me an Hcg shot to push that little eggie on outta there and voila an ovulation.  As I had understood it, this was something that had a time limit... something that was kind of a rush procedure because the clock was ticking in the little window for me to be able to get the shot.  WELL... OK.  Ultrasound day gets here, and might I add it had to rescheduled for day 12 because good ole nursie scheduled it previously for day 9 which would have been a COMPLETE waste.  So ok... 8 am and I am being helped on the exam table.  They get that little warm gel stuff and put on my tummy and the Ultrasound tech (whom was SO super nice) proceeded... what I hate is that the monitor is turned away from you... so you can't see ANYTHING!!!  UGH!  So she clicks around and takes the pictures with the ultrasound and then proceeds to tell me that I am also having a transvaginal ultrasound also.  Now you can imagine my surprise... my reaction was, in hindsight, hilarious.  "Pump the brakes sister, what?!"  Yes you guessed the good ole nursie failed to mention I was going to have a huge instrument of ginormous proportions placed somewhere I didn't think it would fit, and was very uncomfortable.  No matter how nice a nurse/tech can be there is nothing worse than small talk during a procedure that is taking place in the southern regions.  Men would agree small talk during a prostate exam is unwelcome, and uncomfortable on MULTIPLE levels.  Same goes for the ladies fellas!!  Lemme tell!  So... after I have been medically taken advantage of (for lack of a better terminology) the tech lets me know the radiologist would read the results that very day and call the Dr. office.  Well, I know I am living in BFE East Texas and anything done at the hospital is SLOW as Christmas.  I waited to get a call from the office later that day, because I had it done at 8am... I was the first paitent and I know for a fact the records are electronically sent and can be read in a matter of seconds... I know I've witnessed it myself with cardiologists when I worked a cardiac wing.  No phone call came, and yet I was NOT surprised.  Next day I call the Dr. office @ 2:14pm... and low and behold the nurse informs me that they had not received the results yet, and that they should have them by the end of the week... I was like ok... Well the more I thought about it... the more it didn't make any sense to me to have to wait almost a week to have the Dr. read something that can be emailed right over... and furthermore I was under the impression that it was to read ASAP because we only had a small window to work in. Sooooo... I call this afternoon and I got the same exact answer, but this time I did a little chewing. :)  I reminded her that I was under the impression it was to be read ASAP because of the procdures that we were going to take with the HCG shot... this I think opened her lazy little eyes... because miraculously after about 3 minute hold, she had the ultrasound and had to "figure out" some way for the Dr. to be able to read it.  Yes... so I explained also that by dragging her feet and having the mentality that it will get sent just whenever it gets sent... I had more than likely missed my window and that I was VERY unhappy because guess who paid for an ultrasound for no reason... You got it... I did.  I have an appointment tomorrow, and I am really glad because I can talk to the Dr. face to face and I will be giving him an ear full.  At this rate, with little nursie drawing a paycheck and not being proactive with her paitents... We are never going to have a baby.  UGH!