CD9

Still fighting. Aetna has now apparently blacklisted my number. I don't even get to the main "infertility group" any more when I call the 800 number. I get shunted to an answering service that will only take a message. My bile and rage has no limit.

But, as I told my friend last night, "We know we're right, but unfortunately we live in a corporatocracy where justice doesn't always prevail." That is, I am trying to accept that I can be right and be fucked at the same time. I AM still fighting those fuckers, too. They haven't even denied me at all, but are apparently trying the indefinite delay tactic, the defacto denial of limbo.

Speedymom was here for an overnight Saturday, which was actually fun, if somewhat like having a tyrannical toddler temporarily hijack our home. She's all of 4'10" and 82 years old, but she rearranged the entire kitchen and our bookshelves within minutes of arriving ("You put here!"). (I have learned to let her do whatever she wants, then put things back later.) She loves me, unaccountably, so was very appreciative of my cooking-- even Speedy's butternut squash soup, which she gave me credit for despite having watched Speedy make the whole thing. (All I did was puree the squash!) Then she put my hair wax on her face and tottered off to bed.

The next day we took her to Speedy's sister's house in Jersey, where Speedy and I escaped from the usual family mayhem by sequestering ourselves in the TV room and watching the Star Trek movie, which was GREAT. I'm not a trekkie (but Speedy is, even though she's closeted about it) but like anyone who grew up in the 70s and 80s, I did catch a few episodes and had a rough memory of some of the major characters. The movie was a prequel, and was done in a souped-up version of the original production values (cheesey effects somewhat uncheesified by technology, but still there!) I highly recommend it for Trekkies and non-Trekkies alike.

When we departed Speedy's sister's house, Speedy and I were walking Speedymom down the steps when Speedysdad honked the car horn impatiently. Speedymom, true to form, yelled out "Oh shut up, [Speedydad]! Go to hell!" Then cackled her way all the way to the car.

The remaining six hours of our weekend we spent searching for the utensils that Speedymom had reorganized according to her own inscrutable logic, then cooking up (SPeedy, again! She's becoming quite the cook!) a fantastic eggplant & mango curry.

And this morning, back in the stirrups again. 3 follies on the right and one on the left (all about 15-16). Looks like we're heading for a trigger tomorrow and IUI #2 Weds. Hopefully this time Scotty will beam 'em up.