When I couldn't get pregnant we spent a ton of money with a fertility specialist.  We did two IUI treatments and nothing happened.  At my annual pap with my OBGYN I mentioned it to him.  He quickly prescribed me a medicine to clear up some bacteria that was attacking the sperm, and within 3 weeks I was pregnant. 

Then I started having high cholesterol.  The doctor wanted to put me on all kinds of medications that I would remain on for life.  At my yearly annual with the OBGYN they noticed my lab work, noticed my cholesterol and instead told me to take some herbal remedies.  Within 5 months my cholesterol dropped 56 points.

I've recently been going through a lot of issues with my stomach.  Swelling, pain, and multiple problems. I had a CT scan a few months ago and my stomach doctors read it and told me all was normal.  While I was at this years annual my OBGYN looked at the CT scan and noticed that the radiologist had noted that my uterus was healthy.  Only problem is I haven't had a uterus for about 3 years. He was pretty pissed off that the stomach doctors had missed that.  He asked about my colonoscopy.  I told him the stomach doctors hadn't ordered one.  He was appalled, I've been seeking treatment for a year and never once had anyone ordered a colonoscopy.  He ordered one and said he had a gut feeling that from all of my surgeries there was a good chance that scar tissue had caused my bowels to be blocked and that if we found that out it could easily be repaired with a small incision.  

I just spent almost 72 hours being pumped full of laxatives and on a strict Gatorade and broth diet only.  I lost over 6 lbs in fluid weight.  Every time I stood up I saw white and got dizzy.  I finally arrived today for my colonoscopy.  The stomach doctor got less then a third of the way in and hit a block.  She tried changing positions, tried shooting water in to clear it, tried everything.  Nothing worked.  I have a blocked bowel.  This could have been discovered a year ago if the first doctor I saw had concentrated on the symptoms instead of my weight, and if the second doctor had listened to what the X rays had said, and what I was saying.  I'm so frustrated.  It bothers me that doctors can just brush someone off so easily.  It bothers me that every time I've been fixed it was by a damn OBGYN AFTER I had paid specialists a bunch of money.

So now we schedule the surgery.  They do the small incision, find the blockage, and repair it.  I should be good as new after that.  I really hope I don't have to go through another 72 hours cleanse though.  I'm not sure I can handle that again.

On Sunday my cell phone rang.  I didn't know the number but I answered it anyway.  This is what I heard:

Young girl (YG): Who's this?

Me: Shannon, who are you?

YG: Daisy

Me: Hi Daisy.  What can I do for you

YG: *Giggling*

Me: Daisy, do you know who you are calling?

YG: I'm calling Codi, can I talk to Codi?

HOLD UP WHAT!

I looked at my husband and whispered, "A girl is calling our six year old."

I called Codi into the room and told him Daisy was on the phone for him. This is what followed.

Codi: *Blushing* Hi

YG: Hiiiii Codi this is Daisy

Codi: Hi (in a totally nonchalant kinda way)

YG: Whatcha doin?

Codi: Playing my new Wii game.

YG: Cool.  How are you

Codi: Good

YG: Do you know what 3+3 is

Codi: 6

YG: Oh yeah well do you know what 5+5 is?

Codi: *sighs* 10

YG: What about 100+100

Codi: 200

At this point I break in and tell Codi to maybe ask Daisy how she is doing so they can stop talking about math.

Codi: What are you doing Daisy

YG: Nothing, do you know what 500+500 is?

I told Codi to tell Daisy thank you for calling and to say goodbye and go back to play with the friend he had over that day.  They said their goodbyes and Codi went to play in the other room.

Yesterday he came home with a folded up piece of paper.  I opened it and the girl had written her name and her phone number in 6 year old chicken scratch and had passed it to Codi in class. I'm keeping that forever.  Codi said, "you know mom, so you can maybe set up a play date or something."

The whole thing was very cute.  I have to admit though, I wasn't expecting girls to start calling the house until middle school, and if we are being honest I expected his older brother to get he first phone call.  I had passed out birthday invitations two weeks prior so I'm thinking that is how the girl got my phone number.

I'm thinking of laminating the piece of paper since she wrote it in pencil.  I want to keep it forever.  I wanted to post a picture of it, because the writing, and the name is all so cute but I can't post a picture of someone elses phone number on here. 

Either way it was very cute.

I encountered something new this weekend.

Someone gave me their business card.  Only….it was a play date card.  Their husband handed me their card first, it listed his company, his job and his contact info.  Then his wife handed me her card.  I looked down and her company was listed as, "mom to Sally and Joey." 

I.  What?  This is a thing?  I Google'd it and it's a real live thing.  Women are really handing out business cards just to score play dates.  I don't even know how to handle this without laughing in someones face.  Don't take this out of context, I'm not making fun of stay at home moms.  I think they are awesome and if I could be a stay at home mom I would be in a heart beat.  However, if someone asked me for my phone number I would just verbally give them my number.  Or perhaps jot it down on a piece of paper.  But to spend money on an actual business card that just lists my kids name and my phone number.  WHY?

It's weird. It felt like a cry for help.  It almost came of as if the lady was ashamed of her life.  As though she had no big job with a business card to hand out so she made her own.  Either that or it was a desperate cry for attention and friendship.

I realize I sound like a bitch, which is fine.  This is my blog and I can be a bitch.  Any of you reading me for any amount of time know that I'm a totally opinionated asshole.  I'm okay with that.  I'm fine with someone leaving me nasty comments about how they have a play date business card and it's so cool and who am I to judge them.  But I am.  I am totally judging you.  Why does everything have to be so over designed now?  In this age of Pinterest is nothing sacred anymore?  Can a woman not just grab a scrap of paper and write her name down?  Better yet since we almost all have smart phones, can one mom not simply program another moms phone number in her phone?  Is it all a competition now?  Whose play date card is fancier, what grade paper did they use, is it recycled, what company did they order from, etc.  Is there nothing that we won't turn into an overly done Pinterest craft?  Where does it stop? 

No one sends out paper invites anymore (I do), it's all E-vites or Facebook messages.  No one writes letters anymore (I still mail my grandma and friends hand written letters).  No one says Happy Birthday in person any more (my grandma and I always do), birthday's are only acknowledged via text or Facebook now.  Nothing is personal anymore. I feel like taking the verbal exchange out of trading phone numbers is just going to far.  Is it really too hard to speak words to another persons face?

I'm so bothered by this shit.