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On Friday

Having informed my supervisor I would be late this morning, I zoomed off to the laboratory to give the vein in my left arm yet more abuse and donate blood to a worthy cause: my health.

I show up and the lab technician, all of whom have become my bestest buds (we have a secret password and handshake and everything) these past weeks, looks at me and says, "You're not supposed to be here today."

My OB/GYN told me that I needed blood work done on FRIDAY because my little vial of methotrexate, the only vial left in the entire universe, is sitting in her refrigerator and will only keep for one week. 01 April + one week = 08 April = today = FRIDAY.

But the lab order she wrote says 09 April. And 09 April ≠ FRIDAY. And she wrote it in blood, in her own handwriting, so there is no possibility of it being a typo.

The technician suggested we abuse my vein more by getting my blood drawn today (FRIDAY) and then, if the doctor's note was indeed correct, on the 9th (NOTFRIDAY) get poked by another needle. No thank you. So I went back to work and planned on calling my doctor after lunch.

Four minutes after I stepped out of the office for lunch, my doctor called and left a message so sorry about the mix-up need to get the blood work done on FRIDAY not the 9th oh so sorry please if you can get off work as soon as you can and get the work done today on FRIDAY. Then I ran the sample to the hospital laboratory, and the results should take an hour.

So here I sit, pretending to not count the minutes until my clock says 3pm.

Addendum: Okay. My hormone levels dropped more than 15%, which is good. It's what the doctor was looking for, not zero like I had originally thought. So no shot, but I do get to get more blood work next Friday, and every Friday therafter until my hormone levels reach zero and I am in the clear. Until I get pregnant for reals. So everyone hold your breath.