Why is it that people always save the biggest and dumbest screw-ups for when I have PMS?
People are forever telling me that I have the patience of a saint. I am generally considered one of the most relaxed people on the face of the planet. Very few things phase me.
At least that is me 317 days out of the year.
The other 48 days (give or take a few) exist to balance things out a bit.
In other words, once hormones come into the picture it is strictly "No holds barred" in my world.
Somehow people always seem to know when I'm having one of those 48 days and I swear they purposely try to get me going.
Case in point:
The doctor at the convenient care center last Friday.
I'll make a long story short and just tell you that there was never any glucose in Ciara's urine...despite the fact that I have a piece of paper in front of me that clearly states otherwise.
I'm not sure what test results that lady was reading on Friday, but I saw the labs that were faxed by them to our regular pediatrician's office today and I can tell you that I am 100% positive that the results for glucose in her urine were 100% negative.
My new friend Dr. R did another urinalysis for us about 2 hours ago and told me with complete confidence that there was absolutely nothing abnormal about Ciara's urine.
I'd feel so much better if I could just go punch that other doctor in the face though...but I'm sure that's just my hormones talking, right?
PS-Thanks for all of your positive thoughts over the weekend. I appreciate them more than I could ever say.