The title says it all really.
I don't know if you noticed but I was a bit pissed when I wrote yesterday's post. And by pissed, my North American friends, I mean drunk rather than angry.
Yes, I know it was a Wednesday and I've been sworn off mid-week drinking. But having not had a period for 68 days now the chances of me being pregnant are slim to nil and sometimes I need a night off (the wagon).
So today's acupuncture (moved from Monday because of a public holiday here) was bad. Painy, ouchy, hurty bad. Today the pins felt like pins, jabbing me and scratching my nerves. It felt like the Doc was doing voodoo but had dispensed with the doll and was shoving the pins directly in me, which was essentially exactly what he was doing.
I couldn't relax, I was by turn bored or in pain, I wanted out of there.
I snapped a bit when he asked when my next period was due "I don't know, sometimes it can be after thirty days, sometimes 90."
He stuck a tiny wee pin in my ear. This will stay there for a week or so and I'm supposed to tweak it two to three times a day until it falls out. Apparently this has a direct line to my womb, and I'm gonna be prank calling until it gets its act together.
And I'm good at direct dialing. After two weeks of ringing and leaving messages with the RMU nurses, the appointment answer phone and the doctors secretaries I now have a date of next Tuesday for my 3D scan.
OK. I think the grumpiness is abated now so I can be bright and chirpy for back-to-back weddings tomorrow and Saturday.