We are struggling to make an appointment with our GP to discuss the results of our fertility testing. With his holidays, limited availability, client & clinic commitment and my annoying shift patten (there is no patten) & EJT need to attend any appointments outside of school hours it's proving to be a bit tricky.
All
to discover that I'm a Jaffa. Way to be positive and optomystic
Toddy. When told it's more than likely that I'll just shrug, turn
around and return home muttering something like “I expected as
much!”
If
it is the case I hope I just accept it bravely and with fortitude and
don't go into a tail-spin of dispair & depression. I don't think
it would change anything for EJT, it certainly wouldn't for me if in
the unlikely case she has problems.
Either
way at least we'll know. I can't promise to not be a little resentful
or hurt, I think that would only be normal? But with the knowledge
we'd be able to review our lives, consider what we want and maybe
hop-off the hampster wheel that is life in 2011.
That
is of course if we can even get an appointment, any longer and I may
just ask them to announce our results on Midlands Today or after the
nightly National Lottery draw. Then at least it's all out in the
open.
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