The Post In Which My Head Might Explode

So, funny thing happened yesterday. When I was busy wasting 10 pounds to pee on stick to tell me what I already knew, guess what? I was missing my specialist appointment. So after six weeks of checking the mail everyday like a high school senior waiting for college acceptance letters, after a million phone calls to the wrong number at the RMU (Recurrent Miscarriage Unit) clinic (division of labor, private vs. NHS, don't get me started), after being told by a nurse at my GP (General Practitioner, i.e family doctor) to try calling myself and of course not checking the number with her or bothering again until today to speak to the nice nurse who I knew would look into the appointment for me because, well I'm an idiot. After going on and on about how no one was getting back to me to the internet and did I mention that for five minutes I thought I was pregnant? I. MISSED. MY. APPOINTMENT. Luckily, the universe is not always continually cruel as they managed to get me another one in two weeks. I better find a hobby before then.