Furloughed and the Dentist

Giving money and power to government is like giving whiskey and car keys to teenage boys. 
~P.J. O’Rourke

So today I went in to work and signed my furlough letter. I am indefinitely furloughed until the government decides to do their job and pass a budget (or cheat and agree to a continuing resolution, which they’ve done for the past few years). I don’t know how long I’ll be without a paycheck and I don’t know if we’ll get back pay (that also depends on Congress and what they put in their budget/CR).

In order to maximize my time off, I called my dentist to see if they could get me in for my cleaning today or sometime this week (I’m not optimistic that we’ll go back this week–and as I was writing this, I just learned the Senate has left for the evening, so nothing will be approved tonight and I’m off tomorrow as well). They put me on the wait list and half an hour later, they were asking me to come in for a 10 a.m. appointment,

So I sit down and the hygienist looks at my chart and says, “So, you’ve had a baby since the last time you’ve come in?”  Now, I will admit it’s been 8 1/2 months since I saw them last because I had to cancel my last appointment due to furloughs ending the LAST time and it took this long to get back into them.

I blink. Then look her straight in the eye and say, “No.”

Hygienist: “But your chart says…” And she tapered off and looked at me.

Me: “I have never been pregnant.”

Hygienist: “Well, I guess maybe you were trying to get pregnant.”

Me: “Yes, I was on my second round of Clomid then and was trying. Now we are going to have to do Invitro Fertilization next month.”

Hygienist: “Oh! My sister had to do that. Will you be on the the same meds again? Clomid again?”

Me: “No, I’ll be injecting myself with a whole host of drugs.”

Hygienist: “(nodding as though she understands) Ahh. Well, don’t worry, my sister has a beautiful two year old now.”

 

I will admit that my eyes teared up and I was on the verge of needing to wipe my eyes, but I managed to hold them back.

Ugh. This infertility shit sucks. It feels as though I can never get away from it, not even at the dentist.

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