I recently wondered whether I was jinxed when it came to Doctor's appointments.
I can now categorically inform you that I am.
Remember how Eunice called when I was away but then said just ring when I was back in the country.
This is why:
My appointment with Mr S to take out the coil was scheduled for Monday 27 July.
I booked this appointment six months ago, I got a text from the hospital a couple of days ago to remind me it was happening (complete with clinic number room, date and time).
But, it turns out, it can't take place on Monday.
Because Mr S. isn't in on Monday. Fair enough, people have holidays, it is the summer we must all adapt. But no, this wasn't a one-off glitch this was because (and this'll make you laugh, cause it sure as hell had me in stitches), he doesn't work on Mondays.
He never works Mondays.
Mondays are to Mr S what Sundays are to you and I.
So what, you may ask, was the receptionist doing booking me in for an appointment on a Monday?
I have no answer other than there are some higher forces at play. It is like fate and karma have combined forces to ensure that my womb never reopens for business.
But they didn't reckon on Eunice.
She's sorted me out an appointment on Tuesday morning.
I'll get the coil whipped out, a quick scan to see if it has done what it should have done and then ... well, lets see. I'm not banking on anything anymore.
(And no I can't be arsed changing my ticker - you can just add one day can't you?)