On Saturday, B took our Prius to the dealership because we had gotten some recall notices. Of course they found $1,200 worth of things that needed to be fixed up, including a $400 water pump that needed to be fixed immediately. Awesome. (The rest of that stuff includes some stupid things like replacing the spark plugs, so we’re going to put that off for a little while.) As much as I love our Prius, I’m really tempted to just sell it. I don’t want to deal with paying a bunch of money for all of that junk, we only use it on the weekends because B has a company car and I don’t drive … we could use the extra money from our car payment every month to pay student loans or improve the house … We’ll see what ends up happening with it.
After B finally got home from the dealership in his rental car, we took our cat to the vet. She had a hernia on her left side from the day we picked her up from the humane society, and there was a new lump that had formed in front of the prior one, which worried us. Our plan was for her to have surgery to have these problems fixed - she was dropped off Monday night, had surgery Tuesday afternoon, and she came home yesterday afternoon. The surgery was more complicated than they had expected (both lumps were indeed hernias, but there’s a third that goes into her chest cavity. It’s blocked off by some connective tissue that acts as a fat storage area, so we shouldn’t have to worry about it, but it’s something for us to keep in mind if she ever starts acting “off.” Some of the connective fatty tissue was removed from the 2 hernias on her left side.) She looks so sad and pathetic. (They didn’t clean her up very well post-op, so she’s going to need a sponge bath eventually. Maybe when she’s feeling a little better in a few days.)
I haven’t seen her eat or drink anything since she came home, but she’s used the litter box, so I guess that’s a good sign. I think the cone on her head is part of why she’s so mopey. It can’t be fun. She’s only had a partial dose of her pain medication - she fought really hard when I tried to give her a dose last night. The girl hates medicine. We have to take her back to the vet in a week and a half to have the staples removed, so I’m sure that will be a fun adventure also.
Before we picked the cat up from the vet’s office yesterday, we went to my clinic for my mid-cycle follicle scan. This time, there were 2 follicles, but they were only 13mm and 12mm (on CD13). I have another ultrasound appointment on Saturday (CD16). I’m not sure how that’s going to go though, because the results from my E2 draw yesterday SUCKED. We were looking for a 200 range, and my result was 56. I’m so frustrated. I really thought that being on the double dose of Clomid was going to make this cycle better. Wrong again. Urgh. Hopefully I’ll have a chance to talk to my NP before the appointment on Saturday and we can figure out a way to help those numbers improve (if that’s even possible).
I kind of feel bad that I’m not in a very good mood on Valentine’s day. I didn’t do anything special for either of my classes - I didn’t have the energy. B and I don’t have anything too crazy planned for tonight either - we decided our lunch out yesterday would count as our special Valentine’s dinner, and we text messaged each other funny Valentine cards this afternoon - good enough for me.
Hopefully things start getting better soon … that would be nice.
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