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I thought I was having a pretty decent day today. I should have known it would end up really crappy when I woke up at 4:30 wide awake. I finally went back to bed at 6 AM when DH got up for work, and I slept until almost 10.
Fast forward to this afternoon. Traffic was at a complete standstill on 285. It took me 45 minutes to get from 141 to St. Joseph's....that's 3 exits! It caused me to arrive exactly on time for my 3:15 appt with the hematologist.
So I originally thought that this appt would be really short and sweet. I'd tell him they wanted me to have a consult b/c of the genetic counseling and my grandmother's blood disorder, and they would tell me that since my dad is fine (that we know of), that it was an overreaction and all would be well and I would be done with this. WRONG! Instead, he told me that b/c I am preggo, it can mask whether or not I have the disorder. He said he will test me now, and unless the tests come back abnormal, we will have to keep testing until after the baby is born. I asked how often that would be, and he said at least again in July, and then sometime before my due date, depending on what this round of bloodwork says.
Then, he asked where my husband was, which I thought was a weird question. I told him at work. He told me next time I need to bring him with me b/c we need to discuss how this can effect the baby, and what we want to do about it. I almost started crying right there. Basically, he said that we will have to test the baby when he is born, and then it might complicate how his bris is handled. (ie, it may not be safe to do it at home).
On top of all this, he asked who my OB was, and I told him what practice I go to. He asked for some specific docs, so I listed off 3 or 4 that I remember, but I told him I've been seeing the midwives. He told me I was no longer allowed to see the midwives, that I am no longer an uncomplicated delivery. I was literally biting my lip trying not to cry at this point. While I was waiting for him to finish my lab slip, I called the OB office and asked to be switched to a doc for my appt tomorrow. At this point, all I wanted to do was go home. I went and had my labs drawn, and left.
Fast forward 20 min. I am pulling onto my street, and there is a large tree service truck in front of me. They pull to the right, in front of another tree service truck, so I think they are going to park there and go to pull past them. WRONG AGAIN! They were actually pulling over to make a wide turn to back into a driveway on my left. I got hit by the 3 ft front tire on my driver's side door.
I thought it would be simple. I would call the owner, get the insurance infor, and call my insurance company and theirs. WRONG AGAIN! The a$$ who owns the company accused me of tailgating the truck and hitting them! How can you tailgate with stop signs, and how can I have hit them when THEIR tire was in MY door! WTF! He refused to give me the insurance policy number without a police report. I ended up hanging up on him b/c he continued to accuse me of things that just could not have happened, and I called the cops.
40 min later....a Dunwoody officer arrived at our house and took all the info, and I have to wait until Thursday to get a police report. I called my insurance company and reported it, and told them that the other company wouldn't give me the info, and she said to call State Farm (I did get THAT MUCH out of him) and they should be able to look it up. WRONG AGAIN! They found the info, but they couldn't process a claim without knowing WHICH vehicle it was, and they wouldn't take just a license plate number. They wanted the make model and VIN. We didn't get the VIN, and the driver didn't know the make and model.
So now I have a dented car, yet another medical problem to deal with, my entire birth plan has to be changed, my blood pressure is probably through the roof, and I can't do anything about this stupid accident until at least Friday morning! Please pray for my sanity!
Taken at 20 weeks, 0 days
