One Step Forward...Two Steps...

Well, it doesn't look like I'll be getting an appointment for an HSG this month. I spoke for the third time to the nurse from the clinic who makes the appointments for the tests and Bonny said... when she finally called me back it was like we were old friends, Hi Elizabeth, its Bonny! Not Bonny from the HSG clinic no, just Bonny, but of course I knew exactly who she was... that she was waiting to see if there are any last minute cancellations for the appointment tomorrow. At this point it seems unlikely but she'll still call me at the 11th hour if there are. SO, she put me down for an appointment on August 9th, which is at least getting somewhere. Then I got a letter from the miscarriage specialist which was sent to my doctor asking her to give S. and I a blood test referral to check our chromosomes. I was a little confused because I thought that the NHS doesn't cover the test but I guess I was wrong. These sorts of misunderstandings make me worried because I feel like either I am not listening very well during the appointments or my brain is absorbing so much information that I'm not following everything the doctor tells me. Or else I am not asking the right questions or even any of the questions I want to ask because the conversation has suddenly focussed on a septum which I never knew was even a possibility.

In any case, I am glad that we are getting that test done as well at some point. I already got the referral from my GP now I need to wait until the lab sends us the appointment, here we go again. I waited on for 20 minutes with the lab to speak to someone to find out how to make the appointment only to be told that I can't its my GP who needs to send them the referral. Admittedly my doctor (GP) told me that she wasn't sure what the process was as she only does those appointments once a year. Her receptionist just gave me the hot potato and guess what, balls back in your court missy, after I got off the phone with the lab I called my doctor's office to let them know the procedure as in send the referral please. Now that my HSG isn't until hopefully August 9th we definitely aren't in any hurry. The karyotype (chromosome) test is just one more box to tick before we gather all of the tests together for my next appointment with the specialist to see if they can pinpoint what might be wrong. And that appointment can't be made until after the HSG test, got it? Not sure that I do. I think I need to make a chart.

In other news, I was told by a woman at the Italian consulate who clearly doesn't realise that skin can be stretched only so far and if two facelifts are not enough than six is just right that, breaking news, I am not the only American ever to be married to an Italian citizen. And that she was cancelling me from S.'s family as I would not relinquish my newly Apostilled marriage certificate over to the Italian government to be filed away in the giant filing cabinet in Rome where they keep such important documents of all the Americans married to Italians, the waste paper basket. I was very close to slapping her but stopped myself realising that I would have probably left a permanent imprint of my hand on her face, kind of like when you were a kid and would make impressions of your hand with silly putty. And even though the Italians are the worst bureaucrats you will ever come across in your life, to make an enemy of one would make our life so much more difficult than the ultimate satisfaction I would have received by setting this woman straight. Unless of course we never wanted to go back to Italy, but that's not an option, the parmesan! the prosciutto! the focaccia! the cappuccino! the bresaola! the pasta carbonara! the frutte di mare! the calamari! the porchetta! the mozzarella! the vitello! Sorry, I meant of course because of our loved ones in Italy, we would of course miss them too.