An exercise in frustration

I think the universe is trying to teach me a lesson about patience. Perhaps I was a really impatient person in another life.

There’s the whole fertility thing, of course, which everyone knows about already.

On Sunday, after four long weeks of eating healthy, working out and being a very good girl, I had my big weigh-in in the bathroom…only to discover that I have not lost a single pound. Not one fucking pound. John has been doing the exact same thing that I have, and he’s lost ten pounds already. I suspect he may have lost even more than that, but he won’t tell me out of a fear that my head will explode and I’ll attack my own ass with a cheese grater or something. I’m fairly pissed off, but I think I’m just going to have to work out harder. On Sunday, though, after I got a raging headache in my mom’s overheated house, we threw dieting caution to the wind and got ourselves a pizza and fries for dinner. It was delicious.

So that was a crappy start to the week. And then it got even crappier when a guy rear-ended me on the highway on my way into work on Monday morning. I’m fine, but he beat the hell out of my car. Up by my house, the highway is only two lanes on either side, and at rush hour the traffic frequently goes from 50 mph+ to a dead stop when you get near an on/off ramp. Which is what happened yesterday and then wham! The guy ran right into me. My poor car is going to be in the shop for a week. Unfortunately, I had to spend half the day on the phone with insurance companies, car rental places, and body shops, because there was no way I was driving my busted-ass car 30 miles home from work. Yes, for some reason I kept on driving to work after the accident. When the insurance guy called me at work at 7 and was surprised that I was still there, I thought I showed remarkable restraint by just saying “well, I got in late because of the accident” and not snapping “well, I had to stay late after your lame ass company was wildly unhelpful all damn day.”

And then today I lost half the day today to a dentist’s appointment (although miracle of miracles, I don’t have any new cavities. I do have special $17 dollar prescription toothpaste though. Aren’t you jealous?) and taking my car into the body shop. Naturally, we have a huge marketing launch tomorrow and we’re way behind on everything. And two big meetings I have to lead and/or present at in the next two days. If I can get through the next two days I have Friday off. If I can get through the next two days.