Finally, when I was giving up hope... Aunt Flo came to visit, now I cannot wait for her to leave. I'm just never satisfied, what can I say? Tomorrow I have a doctor appointment for my baseline check. So now we think about a few things:
1. Let's not find 'something' again (I am STILL getting bills from that surgery. AND I am considering NOT paying the anaesthesia bill since I got so sick. I want a refund.)
2. We need to be 'down regulated.' Not turned off, I just need quiet ovaries. IF they are totally turned off, we are dead in the water again.
3. Pray for Jeff-- I'm getting crabbier. I can tell.
So, all in all things are good. We had a fun weekend doing lots of silly things. We also did a lot of work outside, which was fun. I like to play in the dirt. I just figure I will wait at least one more week before planting my annuals. I really want to, but with it dropping in the 40-50's this week, I'm not gonna chance it. Knowing Cincinnati, it will frost or snow in May.
I was working on a list of softball do's and don'ts based on all my softball viewing last weekend. I saw 5 games, I think of 5 games Jeff's teams won 3 of them. Not too bad if you look at the big picture. However, if you are a softball guy/gal, remember one thing.....never wear white softball pants. Seriously, unless you are 7 and in little league I beg you to reconsider. First off, we all know wearing white prior to Memorial Day is a faux paux (sp?). Secondly, if you are breaking the rules setup by whoever decided there was a "time" for white, DO NOT.... I repeat DO NOT wear black underwear underneath the already questionable white softball pants. Especially rethink black bikini cut underwear, like the guy I saw breaking this rule-- ESPECIALLY if you are a guy, maybe rethink the bikini cut undies all together.... yuck. So, after I had to stare towards the sun to burn the memory of the man wearing white softball pants with black bikini cut undies out of my mind, I felt better. Once my eyes came back in focus, I could observe some of the nice viewers/ fans of the game. You can imagine the entertainment value on that one. I cannot wait when it warms up so I can see the jean skirts and high heels again. Did I mention this was a softball park? If someone pops a ball foul, and it's coming right at you.. good luck in those heels sweetie. The only exception to the heels rule is the uber dedicated lady who has come directly from work to cheer on her man. If the ladies in heels and jean skirts have just come from work...is there a brass pole somewhere on their sales floor? Wow, that was mean. Jean skirts and heels are fine, just not at softball. Heck I feel dressed up in khaki shorts and a clean t-shirt. As the softball season continues, I will try to point out a few don't. For now, donate all white softball pants and leave the heels at the club... I mean work.
Also, stock tip, consider non-alcoholic beer stock. They really are not that bad. Jeff is enjoying them as he would if they were Miller Lite.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
Kim Can't Count.... it SHOULD Be Day 14
It just dawned on me... My numbering is off somehow. Today, April 27 is shot day 14. God knows how I have come up with previous day numbers. Anyway, for the record the shot today is 14.
So, day 14 and no visitor. Hmm...not good. Therefore, I have a call into the doctor to see what the next step is. I'm betting I'll have a date with the ultrasound machine. That ultrasound and I are pretty intimate at this point, I think it at least owes me dinner by now. Anyway, TMI [too much information for the non-IM [instant message] people]. As updates warrant I will fill ya'll in.
Two things today... Number 1 my observation of yesterday. Spring is a great time of year, but in my own yard I notices a few anomalies. Weird bugs. These bugs are only seen in spring for a brief moment, then by summer they are gone. For instance, I had this weird evening full of huge black ants and strange flying ants (due to borrowing a neighbors Readers Digest, I know it was a flying ant and not a termite -- Readers Digest had pictures and it doesn't lie). I did what anyone might do, I stood on a chair and sprayed the bugs with about a can of Raid for ants. Yep have not seen them lately. This makes me segway into an interesting story. One day I was in the yard playing in the garden. I flip over a rock and a plethora of insects go scurrying. So, my first thought was "Go get the Raid." However, I had used it during a similar situation earlier that year. So, what did I have available under my kitchen sink... I had oven cleaner. With oven cleaner in hand, I sprayed the heck out of those insects. Surprisingly, oven cleaner will kill too. Good to know, huh?
So, day 14 and no visitor. Hmm...not good. Therefore, I have a call into the doctor to see what the next step is. I'm betting I'll have a date with the ultrasound machine. That ultrasound and I are pretty intimate at this point, I think it at least owes me dinner by now. Anyway, TMI [too much information for the non-IM [instant message] people]. As updates warrant I will fill ya'll in.
Two things today... Number 1 my observation of yesterday. Spring is a great time of year, but in my own yard I notices a few anomalies. Weird bugs. These bugs are only seen in spring for a brief moment, then by summer they are gone. For instance, I had this weird evening full of huge black ants and strange flying ants (due to borrowing a neighbors Readers Digest, I know it was a flying ant and not a termite -- Readers Digest had pictures and it doesn't lie). I did what anyone might do, I stood on a chair and sprayed the bugs with about a can of Raid for ants. Yep have not seen them lately. This makes me segway into an interesting story. One day I was in the yard playing in the garden. I flip over a rock and a plethora of insects go scurrying. So, my first thought was "Go get the Raid." However, I had used it during a similar situation earlier that year. So, what did I have available under my kitchen sink... I had oven cleaner. With oven cleaner in hand, I sprayed the heck out of those insects. Surprisingly, oven cleaner will kill too. Good to know, huh?
Number 2 is we have some other strange bug in our crab apple tree. So, I did what anyone would do, I called my biologist friend, Susan. I discussed what I saw with Susan, and I sent her some pictures. She got back with me today, in her observation, we have Tent Caterpillars. ??? Yeah, I do not have a clue either but she did send me some websites to review. Bottom line, if they start to kill the tree, I will kill them. If they play nice with the tree, they can live. (that is the picture at the top if the blog, weird, huh???)
Now for more news... I spoke with the doctor's office. Tentatively I will begin stims next week. She specifically said Thursday, so watch out. I asked for an ETA on egg retrieval (E/R) and Embryo transfer (E/T). The estimated date on that the week of May 14. However, none of this is set in stone. I will know more next week when I have my follow up appointment.
That's today's news.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Day 11 -- Today's number is 40
So, why is today's number 40? Well after shooting up tonight and seeing blood (I hit another vein- so it's not all blubber in my stomach :) ), I thought hmmm... how many needles are in this bio hazard container? There are 2 ways I could figure this out.
1. Look at my calenders and count the number of days I've shot up
2. Empty bio hazard container and count them
Yep, I went with option number 2. When I placed them all in the sink, it looked like I was a junky. What "normal" person has 40 used syringes hanging around? I guess IVF people, diabetics, and well, junkies. A very small group of people. Yep 40...that is a lot of days stabbing myself and refraining from beer. Yep 40. OK the amazing thing here is, the doctor stated the meds I have only contain 20 days of shooting up in them. Yet I have 40! I'm a bit perplexed with that math. You all know very well that math is not my thing, but that does not add up. Maybe I have the bottomless vial of lupron.
I have an idea. Hey, come on over if you wanna see what forced menopause is like! Some people have botox parties, I say let's do lupron! Woo-hoo we can all hot flash together. We will not mind the mood swings, we will all be cranky! How much fun it that? And for any male readers, come on over and see how Jeff copes! A man who has given up beer to support his wife. [If you have stock in Miller lite, expect a drop soon. A few stop-n-robs are going to have lower profits this month with us no longer buying.]But, come over see how he copes! I figure in another week, he'll begin "organizing the garage" just to escape. For all I know he might have a secret beer stash out there for when I go REALLY nutty. We are like a carnie act [Carnival Act for those unfamiliar with a 'carnie']. However, it will be minus the fried squirrel on a stick (you know carnival's always have something odd fried on a stick). Wait that might solve yesterday's squirrel issue...hmmm. I can hear the caller now: "Check out Lupron Girl and the Nicest Guy in the World." Yep some carnie act. Maybe we can dress up Mag as the bearded lady, no he's more like "See the dog who farts while stretching or sitting or sleeping!" For Higgins, well Higgins can be his own special act, he likes to roll in things. This whole act might help us finance this whole cycle. What a creative idea...
Anyway, nothing too bad today. Same old same old. I had to call in for more drugs; our new insurance plan makes me use their special pharmacy. However, their pharmacy is awful. My old pharmacy could get my prescription and ship it out the same day. With our new stupid pharmacy, it takes them "24-48 hours" to "process" my prescription. 24 to 48 hours to read a faxed order. That amazes me. I had to have the doctor call their pharmacist to make mine a "rush" order. What a pain. Insurance sucks now. I went from a super friendly and nice company in New Jersey (I know, New Jersey! But they had the nicest and kindest people), to this pharmacy; the most idiotic ass-backwards one. [was that a run on sentence?] AND they still owe me a call from January to tell me they are shipping my order. [was that sentence still running? maybe a marathon sentence there.] Right, 24-48 hours to process and then they call, that has yet to happen. Stupid insurance company.
Also,we are still waiting for Aunt Flo to visit. If you do not know who Aunt Flo is, let's just say she is not a "family relation." She has 3 more days to come, if not, then I still have to go to the doctor to be checked. Hopefully either she comes as needed, or the check goes OK and we still get the green light to proceed. But, we still do not know...we are still in a holding pattern. I'm getting bored in the holding pattern. However, if you want to join me on a lupron trip, let me know. The new drugs come in tomorrow.
One more thing, that house we are not buying....Yep the price dropped. It's a great price and a nice house, but it just doesn't feel like "THE" house. Do you have a gut reaction to a house and just know it's the one?
Finally, does any one know a good exterminator (I have the word today)? We have these weird large flying ants freaking me out. I think I want them gone. Any ideas??? Email me if you have any suggestions! Thanks for reading, sorry so long!
1. Look at my calenders and count the number of days I've shot up
2. Empty bio hazard container and count them
Yep, I went with option number 2. When I placed them all in the sink, it looked like I was a junky. What "normal" person has 40 used syringes hanging around? I guess IVF people, diabetics, and well, junkies. A very small group of people. Yep 40...that is a lot of days stabbing myself and refraining from beer. Yep 40. OK the amazing thing here is, the doctor stated the meds I have only contain 20 days of shooting up in them. Yet I have 40! I'm a bit perplexed with that math. You all know very well that math is not my thing, but that does not add up. Maybe I have the bottomless vial of lupron.
I have an idea. Hey, come on over if you wanna see what forced menopause is like! Some people have botox parties, I say let's do lupron! Woo-hoo we can all hot flash together. We will not mind the mood swings, we will all be cranky! How much fun it that? And for any male readers, come on over and see how Jeff copes! A man who has given up beer to support his wife. [If you have stock in Miller lite, expect a drop soon. A few stop-n-robs are going to have lower profits this month with us no longer buying.]But, come over see how he copes! I figure in another week, he'll begin "organizing the garage" just to escape. For all I know he might have a secret beer stash out there for when I go REALLY nutty. We are like a carnie act [Carnival Act for those unfamiliar with a 'carnie']. However, it will be minus the fried squirrel on a stick (you know carnival's always have something odd fried on a stick). Wait that might solve yesterday's squirrel issue...hmmm. I can hear the caller now: "Check out Lupron Girl and the Nicest Guy in the World." Yep some carnie act. Maybe we can dress up Mag as the bearded lady, no he's more like "See the dog who farts while stretching or sitting or sleeping!" For Higgins, well Higgins can be his own special act, he likes to roll in things. This whole act might help us finance this whole cycle. What a creative idea...
Anyway, nothing too bad today. Same old same old. I had to call in for more drugs; our new insurance plan makes me use their special pharmacy. However, their pharmacy is awful. My old pharmacy could get my prescription and ship it out the same day. With our new stupid pharmacy, it takes them "24-48 hours" to "process" my prescription. 24 to 48 hours to read a faxed order. That amazes me. I had to have the doctor call their pharmacist to make mine a "rush" order. What a pain. Insurance sucks now. I went from a super friendly and nice company in New Jersey (I know, New Jersey! But they had the nicest and kindest people), to this pharmacy; the most idiotic ass-backwards one. [was that a run on sentence?] AND they still owe me a call from January to tell me they are shipping my order. [was that sentence still running? maybe a marathon sentence there.] Right, 24-48 hours to process and then they call, that has yet to happen. Stupid insurance company.
Also,we are still waiting for Aunt Flo to visit. If you do not know who Aunt Flo is, let's just say she is not a "family relation." She has 3 more days to come, if not, then I still have to go to the doctor to be checked. Hopefully either she comes as needed, or the check goes OK and we still get the green light to proceed. But, we still do not know...we are still in a holding pattern. I'm getting bored in the holding pattern. However, if you want to join me on a lupron trip, let me know. The new drugs come in tomorrow.
One more thing, that house we are not buying....Yep the price dropped. It's a great price and a nice house, but it just doesn't feel like "THE" house. Do you have a gut reaction to a house and just know it's the one?
Finally, does any one know a good exterminator (I have the word today)? We have these weird large flying ants freaking me out. I think I want them gone. Any ideas??? Email me if you have any suggestions! Thanks for reading, sorry so long!
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Day 10
I am still feeling, well blah. I swear the meds have made me stupid. It took me 3 tries to figure out the following description "person who kills bugs for money." Yep, I was looking for the word exterminator. There have been a few other instances of lapses of thought. I guess it happens. I'm slowly going nutty, I am tired and I think that cranky Kim is about to rear her ugly head. I can feel it coming on, as I type here, I'm getting cranky and tired. This whole lupron, i.e mini-menopause, is not so fun. I'm not really looking forward to the real thing.
A couple things today, we are not buying a house. A couple people smarter than myself, reminded me that I needed to "de-stress" not add more stress. Good thinking. So, we are on hold. Who knows, by next week I might have a contractor back here asking for estimates to add on. You just never know.
But today's random thought, which made me laugh at myself was the following. We have a few bird feeders in the back yard. Well this weekend I have been watching those fat squirrels act like James Bond squirrel to eat the food. You know the squirrel, the one who scales down a feeder, looks around, works his way in the feeder to eat, then falls off because they let go. Then I laugh when they fall off. But today, Higgins bolted off the porch to scare away any birds. There were no birds at the feeders. So, I obviously went to fill them up. I hooked the feeders on the tree, and did this special thingy to try to keep out the fat squirrels (yeah right). FYI, I am NOT a fan of squirrels since they ruined my well tended vegetable garden last year. I have a score to settle which those....rats with fluffy tails. Back at hand, so I'm filling the feeders and placing them back in the trees. It dawns on me that I am luring in small animals (birds and stupid squirrels) so Higgins and Magnum can chase them. I'm not feeding nature, I'm helping my dogs give these animals heart attacks. Now, I kind of feel bad. It all began with me wanting to see some pretty birds, which I have. However, there are those crows and pigeons (not so cute- but it's good to see the crows have recovered from West Nile). Well, I have to say, even I've asked the dogs, "Where are the birdies?" BOM, they bolt off the deck, jump over the stairs to chase the birds. So I am luring bird in our yard for those very slow dogs that think they could catch one. I doubt they could. Then again last year I would have told you I doubted a bunny would nest in my back yard (no that did not end well and we will NOT be discussing the bunny murders). Therefore, if any thing occurs to a bird I will be considered an accomplice. Anything happens to a squirrel-- sucks to be a squirrel in our yard. Give me a couple weeks of stims, Cranky Kim might become a good shot with an air rifle. Then again, if you've met me, you know I'd never touch a gun....unless a squirrel was in my vegetable garden. Just kidding.
A couple things today, we are not buying a house. A couple people smarter than myself, reminded me that I needed to "de-stress" not add more stress. Good thinking. So, we are on hold. Who knows, by next week I might have a contractor back here asking for estimates to add on. You just never know.
But today's random thought, which made me laugh at myself was the following. We have a few bird feeders in the back yard. Well this weekend I have been watching those fat squirrels act like James Bond squirrel to eat the food. You know the squirrel, the one who scales down a feeder, looks around, works his way in the feeder to eat, then falls off because they let go. Then I laugh when they fall off. But today, Higgins bolted off the porch to scare away any birds. There were no birds at the feeders. So, I obviously went to fill them up. I hooked the feeders on the tree, and did this special thingy to try to keep out the fat squirrels (yeah right). FYI, I am NOT a fan of squirrels since they ruined my well tended vegetable garden last year. I have a score to settle which those....rats with fluffy tails. Back at hand, so I'm filling the feeders and placing them back in the trees. It dawns on me that I am luring in small animals (birds and stupid squirrels) so Higgins and Magnum can chase them. I'm not feeding nature, I'm helping my dogs give these animals heart attacks. Now, I kind of feel bad. It all began with me wanting to see some pretty birds, which I have. However, there are those crows and pigeons (not so cute- but it's good to see the crows have recovered from West Nile). Well, I have to say, even I've asked the dogs, "Where are the birdies?" BOM, they bolt off the deck, jump over the stairs to chase the birds. So I am luring bird in our yard for those very slow dogs that think they could catch one. I doubt they could. Then again last year I would have told you I doubted a bunny would nest in my back yard (no that did not end well and we will NOT be discussing the bunny murders). Therefore, if any thing occurs to a bird I will be considered an accomplice. Anything happens to a squirrel-- sucks to be a squirrel in our yard. Give me a couple weeks of stims, Cranky Kim might become a good shot with an air rifle. Then again, if you've met me, you know I'd never touch a gun....unless a squirrel was in my vegetable garden. Just kidding.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Days 7, 8 and 9
Photo Caption: Do you have a monkey on your back?
I hope everyone had a great weekend! Jeff and I went house shopping, nothing too serious, but we (or I) am curious what's out there. So, to get my mind off the whole IVF situation, there is nothing more relaxing than pondering buying a house. Great idea, huh? Well, it has been a great diversion. I've been doing a lot of home improvement projects (some at my address, some at other addresses), I think it helps. It makes me focus on something else, not just "Oh God it's 8pm, I have to go shoot up now..." But I can shoot-up, then keep on going. For the record, the other day, I did my shot and hit a vein -- now that hurt. I bruised myself. So, I hate to say it, but I am tired of stabbing myself with sharp objects. In the end I know it will be worth it. I guess I'm just in a bit of a "blah." We are still using the same shots, still waiting for Aunt Flo, still eating my Flintstones vitamins (yuck- but better than the pre-natal ones that made me nauseated). So, still waiting...to help take my mind off the "blah" let's look for a house!
After looking at some of these homes, I cannot believe people put their home on the market in the shape they are. Seriously. One house, every wall behind a door had a hole in it from people slamming the door open. (can we say dry wall patch?) And it had this odd disco floor in the basement. Very weird. So, we found one we liked (OK, there are 2 but the first house we liked, they seem to not want to sell). The second house is very nice. But, now the reality of, "if they accept our offer...then what?" The reality of moving, is so overwhelming. Therefore, I find myself in a quandary...OK, I am ready to move on out of this house. But I love our neighbors, and the location. I do feel claustrophobic in the office and we really want a bigger place especially for the holidays. We like you all, typically we have ya'll over, we just now want ROOM for everyone. This house has room and a nice yard. Over all, nice house, it looks a bit odd from the outside, but it's nice. It has neat features like a sink that lights up (honestly, the bowl is glass and it light up from underneath-- no night light needed), a beautiful bay window in the dinning room, an office and 4 bedrooms. So, PLENTY of space. But, what if I have 3 extra bedrooms we never need? OK, one can be for stamps, I guess then the dogs can have a room, the cats can have the other. But, what if I never need those bedrooms? I think I feel if we buy a 4 bedroom home prior to they cycle being completed, we might jinx ourselves. See, now I'm really going off the deep end. I do not want bad juju. I think rational Kim just left the building.
Anyway, another fun and pointless rant by me. We may or may not continue house shopping. But if we do close on that house, and I'm knocked up..... I plan on playing the "I'm 4 minutes pregnant I cannot lift that spoon!" Yep, maybe it's not bad juju, it's just thinking positive.
After looking at some of these homes, I cannot believe people put their home on the market in the shape they are. Seriously. One house, every wall behind a door had a hole in it from people slamming the door open. (can we say dry wall patch?) And it had this odd disco floor in the basement. Very weird. So, we found one we liked (OK, there are 2 but the first house we liked, they seem to not want to sell). The second house is very nice. But, now the reality of, "if they accept our offer...then what?" The reality of moving, is so overwhelming. Therefore, I find myself in a quandary...OK, I am ready to move on out of this house. But I love our neighbors, and the location. I do feel claustrophobic in the office and we really want a bigger place especially for the holidays. We like you all, typically we have ya'll over, we just now want ROOM for everyone. This house has room and a nice yard. Over all, nice house, it looks a bit odd from the outside, but it's nice. It has neat features like a sink that lights up (honestly, the bowl is glass and it light up from underneath-- no night light needed), a beautiful bay window in the dinning room, an office and 4 bedrooms. So, PLENTY of space. But, what if I have 3 extra bedrooms we never need? OK, one can be for stamps, I guess then the dogs can have a room, the cats can have the other. But, what if I never need those bedrooms? I think I feel if we buy a 4 bedroom home prior to they cycle being completed, we might jinx ourselves. See, now I'm really going off the deep end. I do not want bad juju. I think rational Kim just left the building.
Anyway, another fun and pointless rant by me. We may or may not continue house shopping. But if we do close on that house, and I'm knocked up..... I plan on playing the "I'm 4 minutes pregnant I cannot lift that spoon!" Yep, maybe it's not bad juju, it's just thinking positive.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Days 4, 5 and 6 --- The Crazies
Seriously. I need to vent here. If you are one of these people, CHANGE YOUR WAYS!
I am basically a very nice person (in my opinion), a little cranky sometimes, but generally I'm pretty nice. I deal with people all day. Grant it some customers have some real issues, some issues are our fault (bugs in our software), but seriously, some people are irritating. Let's do a good for instance.... For instance, I bought an antenna at Radio Shack. My fat cat Rudey consistently loves to rub against the plug that goes into the outlet for this antenna. So, this means Rudey basically unplugs this antenna a lot. So, I take responsibility that my fat cat unplugs this, so when it's unplugged, I reach down and plug it back in. Viola problem solved. It's not Radio Shacks issue, it's my special fat cat's issue. However, if I was one of the Crazies, I'd do the following...
I'd call Radio Shack, tell them how crappy their antenna is, I would then demand a engineering change on it, then demand a manager talk to me to take me complaints seriously. There will be NO POINT IN TIME that I add in the fact my fat cat unplugs this thing a lot, I will state the plug just "falls out of the outlet." Then I will continue to complain that my TV reception is horrible. However, as the Tech Support agent troubleshoots, I will neglect to tell them two things 1. The TV is OFF, 2. The antenna is unplugged. After 1 hour I will mention "Oh I'm sorry the TV is off, did you want it on?" So basically, my complaint is stupid, I am challenged because I could not figure out to have the TV on for troubleshooting, and I am wasting Radio Shacks time.
To get my jest, people call me with STUPID questions which are not my company's fault. They will call me to ask "how do I save a file from my email to a floppy disk" (the anser I want to say is :Call any 8 year old, they can tell you) or "where can I find solitaire?" (that answer I'd love to give has something to do with them not working and the rising costs of healthcare, etc) Seriously, do these sounds like calls that should go to technical support for a MEDICAL DEVICE? I think not.
So, if you are a crazie and/or cranky person, be nice to your help desk people and any technical support people you run across. We typically understand your frustration with specific issues, but only yell at us when necessary- not consistently. It's hard to be nice when some crazie is yelling at me because he has now idea how to turn on a computer (yes it's happened). But, if you can, try to verbally reproduce any noise the item is making ("It's making a clicking noise like 'click, clliiiiiick, scliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick.' Do you know what that means?). Typically we have no idea what you are talking about but the sound effects make us laugh.
Sorry for the rant, but I swear the IQ of certain customers is decreasing as the days go by. It's very scary, either they cannot think critically or just do not want to think for themselves. I just wonder how these people function on a day to day basis.
Next thought, good luck to the crazies when I begin the "good" shots. I hope I can continue to be nice. I am frightened I might snap and actually tell them where to go and how to get there fast. OK that is my rant.
Shots are OK for now, I've got the side effects of feeling really bloated/fat and I am just tired. Otherwise things are good. We are kind of house shopping. The house I like, the people are refusing to sell, so I do not understand why the darn house is on the market. Weirdo's.
Well I hope you all have a great weekend, and try to be nice to those people in customer service. The picture is of Mag, I'm trying to train him to answer the phones. But right now all he does in the office is sleep and fart.
I am basically a very nice person (in my opinion), a little cranky sometimes, but generally I'm pretty nice. I deal with people all day. Grant it some customers have some real issues, some issues are our fault (bugs in our software), but seriously, some people are irritating. Let's do a good for instance.... For instance, I bought an antenna at Radio Shack. My fat cat Rudey consistently loves to rub against the plug that goes into the outlet for this antenna. So, this means Rudey basically unplugs this antenna a lot. So, I take responsibility that my fat cat unplugs this, so when it's unplugged, I reach down and plug it back in. Viola problem solved. It's not Radio Shacks issue, it's my special fat cat's issue. However, if I was one of the Crazies, I'd do the following...
I'd call Radio Shack, tell them how crappy their antenna is, I would then demand a engineering change on it, then demand a manager talk to me to take me complaints seriously. There will be NO POINT IN TIME that I add in the fact my fat cat unplugs this thing a lot, I will state the plug just "falls out of the outlet." Then I will continue to complain that my TV reception is horrible. However, as the Tech Support agent troubleshoots, I will neglect to tell them two things 1. The TV is OFF, 2. The antenna is unplugged. After 1 hour I will mention "Oh I'm sorry the TV is off, did you want it on?" So basically, my complaint is stupid, I am challenged because I could not figure out to have the TV on for troubleshooting, and I am wasting Radio Shacks time.
To get my jest, people call me with STUPID questions which are not my company's fault. They will call me to ask "how do I save a file from my email to a floppy disk" (the anser I want to say is :Call any 8 year old, they can tell you) or "where can I find solitaire?" (that answer I'd love to give has something to do with them not working and the rising costs of healthcare, etc) Seriously, do these sounds like calls that should go to technical support for a MEDICAL DEVICE? I think not.
So, if you are a crazie and/or cranky person, be nice to your help desk people and any technical support people you run across. We typically understand your frustration with specific issues, but only yell at us when necessary- not consistently. It's hard to be nice when some crazie is yelling at me because he has now idea how to turn on a computer (yes it's happened). But, if you can, try to verbally reproduce any noise the item is making ("It's making a clicking noise like 'click, clliiiiiick, scliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick.' Do you know what that means?). Typically we have no idea what you are talking about but the sound effects make us laugh.
Sorry for the rant, but I swear the IQ of certain customers is decreasing as the days go by. It's very scary, either they cannot think critically or just do not want to think for themselves. I just wonder how these people function on a day to day basis.
Next thought, good luck to the crazies when I begin the "good" shots. I hope I can continue to be nice. I am frightened I might snap and actually tell them where to go and how to get there fast. OK that is my rant.
Shots are OK for now, I've got the side effects of feeling really bloated/fat and I am just tired. Otherwise things are good. We are kind of house shopping. The house I like, the people are refusing to sell, so I do not understand why the darn house is on the market. Weirdo's.
Well I hope you all have a great weekend, and try to be nice to those people in customer service. The picture is of Mag, I'm trying to train him to answer the phones. But right now all he does in the office is sleep and fart.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Good Customer Service-- Days 1, 2 and 3
Being in customer service, I have to say when I get OUTSTANDING service I have to tell everyone. Or if I get horrible service I tell a lot of people about that also. Anyway, I have received some complaints that certain people cannot tell the dogs apart. They had the same collar on, so a suggestion was to get them new and different collars. Since football season is over (they have proudly been wearing their Bengals collars since September), I went online searching. There are A LOT of people who make/sell collars and leashes online. However, I found one website that the prices were a TON better than the competitors and she was willing to "customize" the collars for free. For instance, the collars originally came on a black nylon background. Since this lady makes the collars herself, she was able to change it so Higgins was on a blue background and Mag's was on orange. AND she made sure their leashes matched perfect too. She was just great to work with and VERY nice. The website is http://www.3dirtydawgz.com/ . Check it out. But remember, next time you come over.... Higgins has a BLUE collar (he was born in Kentucky... BLUE for BLUE GRASS), and Mag has more orange (Mag was born in Ohio near Bowling Green who has ORANGE for a color). So, please refer back to this legend in case you forget who is who.
Now, shooting up. Well it's a fun as it can be. So far, no hot flashes, no extreme moodiness or anything to report. Only side is a lack of motivation to work. Maybe that is not the shots, but work is a killer. I am SOOOO ready to retire. Our customers are just very difficult lately and I swear my colleagues on Germany are just being difficult because they find it amusing to irritate the short American girl. It's all driving me a little mad right now. Oh well. Did I mention I also feel chubby? I love drugs.
Jeff is playing lots of softball, which I am encouraging. Right now, I'm not all crazy on the drugs, so he needs to play as much as he can before I start getting moody. FYI, I will send out a warning message when I begin the stimming drugs. Maybe like the Bat Sign...
Now, shooting up. Well it's a fun as it can be. So far, no hot flashes, no extreme moodiness or anything to report. Only side is a lack of motivation to work. Maybe that is not the shots, but work is a killer. I am SOOOO ready to retire. Our customers are just very difficult lately and I swear my colleagues on Germany are just being difficult because they find it amusing to irritate the short American girl. It's all driving me a little mad right now. Oh well. Did I mention I also feel chubby? I love drugs.
Jeff is playing lots of softball, which I am encouraging. Right now, I'm not all crazy on the drugs, so he needs to play as much as he can before I start getting moody. FYI, I will send out a warning message when I begin the stimming drugs. Maybe like the Bat Sign...
Friday, April 13, 2007
Pre-Cycle Jitters......
VIVA LAS VEGASWell, see I learn something everyday. Apparently the blog site here now has an option where I can type in Hindi. Unfortunately, I know most of you do not Hindi, and neither do I. But, the letter character fonts looked pretty cool.
Off topic again, I know..... So, here we are.... on the cusp of a new cycle. According to Dr. A, our last "attempt" does not count. So, all those shots and blogging was apparently just a "test run" or lets call it a "dress rehearsal." That sounds more fun.
Now, our protocol is still the same (refer back to blog #1 for that), the main characters (Kim, Jeff and Dr. A) are still playing themselves, the only thing which has changed is our time line. I still plan on working with the super nice acupuncture lady, giving up beer, eating more eggs (eating eggs helps grow eggs...), and number 1 thing of all I am going to be less stressed. Ideally, I need to decrease my stress level...honestly, I'm not sure exactly how that is going to happen, but they say you need to "relax." Yeah right. Oh, one more thing... I am still debating cutting out all caffeine again. In theory, it might/might not help. It's 1 cup of coffee I'm debating here. It's coffee, not crack.... think I can let that one little thing slide? Just 1 cup... no more expresso or tea. Just 1 coffee per day. Maybe during the shut down phase (leupron -- it's the menopause type part of the cycle), I'll cut back the caffeine, then during stimming part (growing eggs), I'll cut it out. That is a fair deal.
For my regular followers... you will recall it was about this time last year when we did our "experimental cycle" with that weird contraption. Obviously, we are hoping for a much better outcome.
Finally, we had a great trip to Las Vegas. We did hit some big money and Jeff got me this very trendy (read expensive) purse. I got him a t-shirt (my winnings were smaller). But, all in all we "donated" all our winnings back to casino, we figure it helps the economy that way. :)
Happy Friday the 13th!
PS- I forgot to mention all test results can back OK when the polyp was removed.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)