A couple of weeks ago, I was feeling pretty defeated and down about our indefinite wait. Now I'm feeling better. Despite the fact that life seems to consistently throw us lemons, I've somehow found a way to pick myself up after getting pegged in the face with each one. Some lemons are larger and knock me down longer than others, but I just keep getting up. Like I always say, when life hands you lemons, just add tequila. And, in my case, lots of salt. So here are the latest lemons (and reasons why my ICLW post is coming so late in the day) and their tequila (the bright side):
- Our garage door broke this morning. Joey went to take the trash out to the curb, and when he came back in and tried to shut the door, it wouldn't close. We tried everything: manually closing it, resetting the opener, resetting the breaker. Nada. Of course, we couldn't both leave for work with the door busted and people having access to the garage. (Even though I seriously doubt anyone would want our leftover paint, Wal-Mart Christmas tree, and Christmas decorations.) The tequila: we managed to get it fixed pretty easily and at no cost.
- My car, which is getting older and which I drive nearly 1,000 miles per week, needs about $2,600 worth of repairs. We knew it was bad, but we had no idea it would be that much. The tequila: these are not repairs that need to be done right away, and one doesn't even need to be done at all. Yes, a dealership actually talked us out of giving them almost 3k. After the call came in, we contacted a mechanic we know who works for the dealership but does repairs on the side. His quote for the necessary repairs? $400.
- I'm sick. Again. I decided enough was enough went to the doc. Apparently, this is some kind of infection that's going around and it requires antibiotics and strong cough syrup. Unfortunately my poor doc, who knows about our IF troubles, has to rule out pregnancy before I can go on these meds. He looked like he was telling me I needed an enema when he broke the news that I would need a beta. Joy. So, I spent an hour at the hospital after my appointment waiting for the most unnecessary pregnancy test ever. I get the results tomorrow and can then fill my prescription. The tequila: We all got a good laugh at it and my sweet doc shook my hand as I walked out the door and said, "I hope you don't have to take those cough meds."
Before I sign off of my intro, take a moment and visit Rebecca's blog. I'm not sure if she signed up for ICLW this time around, but she really needs some support right now after miscarrying at 11.5 weeks. She's a wonderful friend of mine and I know she would really appreciated some love and hugs.