Once again, my alarm awakened me from a crazy dream at 6 am. This time it was a stress dream all about work. The company had fired my best friend (in a bathroom) and was so desperate for money that we were renting out space near my office for children’s birthday parties. I was so angry that I was running throughout the office until I found a consultant who’s been working with our accounting department. In dreamland, he was a little person. I screamed at him and pulled his hair, threw a couple of very weak punches at him, and then threatened to drop kick him over the freeway.
I threatened to drop kick a midget over the freeway.
The night before, I was at Sea World with Robin Williams, and the night before that, I was caught in that move “The Purge” even though I’ve never seen it.
Hello, progesterone. Is it you who is messing with my head? You’re like a bad acid trip that occurs only while I’m asleep. Not that I know anything about acid trips—good or bad. I’m just guessing.
Speaking of progesterone, my nurse from the fertility clinic called me yesterday afternoon to tell me that the results from my progesterone test were “really awesome,” and she followed it up by saying that “everything looks great.” This nurse has never once used the word awesome before, let alone really awesome. I was too dumbfounded by her positivity to ask what the actual number is, so I’m just going to assume it must be better than the progesterone tests in my previous cycles.
Does anyone have any experience with “really awesome” progesterone tests? What exactly makes them really awesome as opposed to just plain old good?
I will not google. I will not google. I will not google.