Finding humour in the silliest things

Hello everyone! Long time no write. I know, I know. I'm starting to not be so good at this! Sigh.

I think winter has swallowed me whole. Ugh.

I probably shouldn't have complained given the nice weather we've had lately. But complain I will! I want spring!

This long weekend was super long thanks to taking Friday off as well. But it was super busy as well, it felt like I was run off my feet until late Monday afternoon.

Just in time to go back to work. Pfft.

Part of the reason it was so busy was that finally, FINALLY, things seemed to get back on track in the baby making department. Which of course meant that I needed to be up at 5:30 am on Monday morning to make that trek into the clinic.

Goodie.

Saaawwweet.

Got home and went straight back to bed. That part rocked.

Hehe.

Yes, getting to the funny part now.

So, as part of the protocol for all this stuff, you take drugs. Surprise! Drugs.

The benefit of doing a frozen transfer is that you have to take a helluva lot fewer drugs than on a fresh cycle. Shorter timing, less emotional side effects, way less cost. All good things.

So my drug taking started on day three of my cycle - Monday. The beginning part requires me to take estrace - an estrogen derivative - twice a day. Two little green pills each time, twice a day.

Now, the difference here is that I don't just take these pills with a glass of O.J. or something like that. Nope.

These pills? I gots ta take vaginally.

Ooooooh lucky diva.

Yep, I get to pop two of the little green tabs right on up there. Goodie!!!

I had to do this with my last IVF procedure, but took fewer at that time. When things started to go badly, off the drugs I went and I tucked everything in the far back corner of the medicine cabinet for next time. If there was to be a next time.

So when I got the call yesterday, the clinic told me to start taking them right away. I pulled out my trusty bottle, dusted it off, and got right to it. I only had eight left though, necessitating a refill toute suite so I'd be all stocked up for tomorrow and beyond.

The fab nurse at the clinic faxed in the prescription for me and loving Hubs went to pick it up. Earlier tonight I was pulling everything, including that little Shoppers bag, out of my purse. And when I extracted the new bottle from it's wee paper bag, I broke into fits of hysterics after a single glance.

I took a picture so you can enjoy it for yourself.

There truly is humour to be found in the simplest of situations.

So yeah, without further ado...and remembering that I have to take these bad boys vaginally...

...wait for it...











Bahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Ooooooh the images that flooded my brain! Take with food!? TAKE WITH FOOD?

What else, praytell, do I have to shove up there? Some saltines? A hard boiled egg chaser? Tee hee.

So yeah, that's my uber giggle for the day. Enough to bring me back to blog land so I could share it all with you. Hope you laughed as hard as I did!

Or maybe my sense of humour is just so warped these days that I'm the only one who actually finds this shit funny?

And that's your daily dash. How's your diva doin'?

Hellllooooooo February

Yep, February. Month number two of this 2009. Shortest (and often coldest) month of the flipping year.

And while February as a whole generally sucks ass, it has one thing going for it...

It's not January anymore.

I hate January. Once you get past new year's day it's all downhill. Cold, dark, nothing to look forward to...blech. It's a bitch.

Surviving January is like a Canadian rite of passage, and dag yo, have we earned our winter Brownie badges this year! Tonnes of snow, frigid temperatures, massive heating bills, GO train delays...you name it, we've suffered through it. Hells, I even wore LONG JOHNS to work on more than one occasion in the first 31 days of the year.

Now February is upon us and things are looking up a smidge. February brings us groundhog day (pfft - what a waste of a media rush if you ask me), Valentine's Day (can be both good and bad in almost any situation) and now Family Day (for those of us lucky enough to get it as a holiday).

And best of all? Every day that passes is one day closer to spring.

Anyone that knows me or has been following this blog over the years knows how much I detest winter and absolutely adore spring. I want to wear a lighter jacket. To not HAVE to wear boots every day. To not have to start the car five minutes before I want to leave the house. To be able to lick a metal pole without having my tongue stick to it.

Well yeah. The last one is more abstract than concrete, sure. But I do look forward to the day when it would be POSSIBLE for me to do that. No worries, I'm not gonna run out and do it or anything like that.

So there you go. Welcome February. I plan on enjoying thee and thine bounty for the next 26 days.

But you bet your ass as soon as March shows his lovely face I'll toss you to the curb so fast you'll never know what hit ya.

And that's your daily dash. How's your diva doin'?