Today I had my appointment with my new GP. I didn't particularly like her but I didn't hate her either. So I think I'll deal with her because finding a new doctor in my insurance network and within a reasonable distance from home is a pain in the butt. I don't know what I was hoping for but I guess I wanted somebody to actually listen, and beyond the questions that the computer wants her to ask, and she really didn't do that. But I left with orders for a bunch of blood tests (thyroid, blood glucose, Vitamin D, and a few others that I can't remember at the moment) and that appointment is on Saturday morning.
Some of the blood tests require fasting and she asked that I abstain from alcohol for 48 hours before the test. You get one guess what's sitting on the table beside my computer at this very moment. :)
I got home from my appointment and checked my mail. In the mail was a baby shower invitation to my sister's baby shower. She knows I'm not going and I don't know why she wasted the postage to send me an invitation. I wish her all the best, I really do, and I hope it's a fun time, but my mind is made up about not going, and that's not going to change.
On a related note, she (pregnant sister) called me this afternoon and asked if I would please come to her fancy 3D ultrasound with her on Saturday. Because apparently non-medically needed ultrasounds are now a thing? This is where it's really hard to balance being the big sister and taking care of myself. Honestly I feel like crap that I told her no. There was no good choice on this one. Either her feelings were going to be hurt or I was was going to put myself in a situation that no good could possibly come of it. I really am excited for her but no. I just can't do that. So I chose myself and told a little white lie that I already had plans for Saturday morning. Then I scheduled my blood draw for Saturday morning so I really do have plans. I really am ready for her to not be pregnant anymore.
Finally, my hot flashes are kicking it up a notch again. I pulled the trash and recycle to the curb tonight in shorts and a t-shirt. It was approximately 20F (-6C) outside. It felt good. And my neighbor told me I was too young to be wandering around on a January night in summer clothes.
So that was my day. Well, work too, of course.