Okay, here it is, the third day of my cycle, and I didn't call Nursey P to make my appointment with Dr. Vest to go over my protocol for the new IVF cycle.
I should have, I know. It's not like I didn't have the time, or that I even forgot about it. I totally procrastinated.
I'm avoiding having to deal with the growing reality check that I have to go through another IVF cycle. That I have to start giving myself injections again, and go through the retrieval and transfer again, and pray that I don't hyperstimulate.
I hate that it seems like I'm just a whinging freak of nature. I feel like I'm complaining a lot here on ye olde bloge, but it's what on my mind of late, so sorry.
The show closed yesterday and it all went well. My uncles, aunt and cousin came on Saturday night-one of my uncles is a "professional" actor (read: piss poor, but talented as hell and does it for his "art" not for $$) and he actually called up my mother at intermission and told her that I shouldn't be doing community theatre, I should be auditioning in NYC, so now she's on this "I should be doing this professionally" kick. Yeah, me and about 50,000 other sopranos who are waitressing in Manhattan. However:
(1). I have a mortgage to pay.
(2). Driving around in a cramped tour bus for six months and living off of Spam isn't really as much fun as it seems.
(3). You'd have a lot of explaining to do at the airport when you're carting around injectables.
(4). Uh..........I like to eat regularly, have nice clothes, a house, and medical insurance.
(5). Did I mention that I already have a job?
So, there it is. But don't think that it hasn't crossed my mind in the past few years. But, honestly, I'd be a dime a dozen, and, quite frankly, I'm not good enough for Broadway. NJ community theatre is fine for me, at least for now.