Oh, the weekend

This was the weekend from hell. It all started on Friday, after I got home from work. I had arranged to return one of our cats to the rescue where we got her. For a variety of reasons. She's kind of mean, very destructive, moderately aggressive toward our other cats, and completely hateful to me. But she and my husband, they're super tight. We're moving at the beginning of September, into a much smaller, 1 BR apartment. I felt like it was going to be say too cramped to have all 3 of them in this new, tiny place. Plus, ya know, she's mean. Her name is Jezebel. It fits.

My husband cried the the whole way to the vet's office where we dropped her off. I felt like a complete asshole. End of the day.

I woke up Saturday morning with some pretty heavy spotting, and wicked awful cramps. Just had my period 3 weeks ago, and I'm only supposed to have 4 per year, so I was way early. The heaviness increased during the day, and Sunday morning I passed some huge clots and some stringy material. Cramps like you wouldn't believe. I'm assuming the worst. But I didn't go to the hospital right away. Figured if I was miscarrying, there wasn't anything I could do to stop it. So I finished making my pasta sauce, and then we went.

I got the news I expected. I also learned that I should not get my birth control filled at Walgreens. Apparently, they use one specific generic for my brand of birth control, and it is bad news. I've learned this the hard way. My gyno said I'm like her 20th patient who has had this problem. Nice, right? I mean, that really makes you feel awesome. Like, if they know this is a recurring issue, why wouldn't you advise any patient that you prescribe this certain drug to, to get it filled at like Walmart or Target, or grocery store pharmacy? Because apparently Walmart and Target pharmacies use a different generic, one that doesn't completely fuck you up.

And during this entire time, my husband is moping around, whining about how much he misses his cat. Right. Bitching about missing his cat, while I'm going through some pretty miserable stuff.

And guess what? He also got together via email with the lady who runs the rescue, and got his cat back.

So you can kind of see where I'm kind of thinking that this past weekend was super suckfest.