Monday, June 15, 2009

On the walls in the exam room...

In one of the exam rooms I've been in several times there's a print with this written on it
A 17th Century Nun's Prayer:

Lord thou knowest better than I know myself that I am growing older and will someday be old. Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion.

Release me from craving to straighten out everybody's affairs. Make me thoughtful but not moody; helpful but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom it seems a pity not to use it all, but thou knowest Lord that I want a few friends at the end

Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details, give me wings to get to the point. Seal my lips on my aches and pains. They are increasing and the lover of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by. I dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of others' pains, but help me to endure them with patience.

I dare not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and a lessening cocksureness when my memory seems to clash with the memories of others. Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be mistaken.

Keep me reasonably sweet; I do not want to be a saint - some of them are so hard to live with - but a sour old person is one of the crowning works of the devil. Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places, and talents in unexpected people. And, give me O Lord, the grace to tell them so.

Amen.

I'm not sure if that's the exact wording of the one hanging in the doctor's office but it's close and I just love it.

I started my Clomid (cycle #2) yesterday. My doctor bumped me up to 150mg. On CD13 I'll go in for an ultrasound and post coital test (that's a week from today). Honestly I'm ready to be done with all of this. I'm tired of the waiting. I'm tired of tests. I'm tired of spending money on Rx refills. I'm tired of hearing of all the new pregnancies around me and watching ungrateful mothers who have no idea what they're blessed with.

Ok pity party over. I'm seriously just tired in general. I love my summer break (short as it may be) so it's hard to go to work at job #2 and put up with the rude people when I would rather be home. One of the assistant managers is a tool. I think she's all of 20 years old and is one of the laziest girls I've ever worked with. I have no idea why she has the position she does. She has a GREAT method of making herself look busy when the store manager is around but in reality she's just standing around, flipping her hair and flirting with guys who stop by just to see her. I get to close the store with her tomorrow too. ::throws confetti::

Today I WILL be cleaning my house. Mr. G did an amazing thing yesterday. While I was at work he cleaned, did laundry, and made dinner!! What a sweetheart!! His version of "cleaning" is getting the clutter - which is perfectly fine. I'm going to go behind him and finish what he didn't get to and do the REAL cleaning today. I also need to attack my closet later this week and get rid of TONS of stuff. We just have too much crap. Plain and simple. :)


1 comment:

Chatham said...

Oh Please, Please come clean my house too...