Commuting

We made three trips to across the state in the last week, spent hours sitting in a conference room getting directions from The Boss on how he wants the web program to work. He sees his dream list as six little functions - no big deal. I see his six functions as huge rock cliffs that must be scaled, and we only have twine, toothpicks, and an ice pick to use as climbing tools.

I'm having my hormone levels tested! I've been reading up on change-of-life things at power-surge.com... decided that the entire website was written about me.... went to the doc on Monday and admitted the unadmittable: I'm getting old!

Surprising as that is, I think I'm not as old as I feel. Doc sent me home with a saliva test kit. For this I was relieved. I was afraid I would have to educate him on the inaccuracy of blood hormone tests, but he's already figured it out. The next thing I was dreading was whether I'd be given horse-pee pills and sent on my way. No, they prescribe bioidenticals. I like my doc. I hope I can find someone like him when we move.

My little box full of spit tubes is waiting patiently on top of the fridge. Since I've been using progesterone cream, I have to wait a few weeks to let that "normalize." Then I wait until the beginning of the, uh, new moon, uh-huh, if you know what I mean. Once the "time" has arrived, I spit in a tube every three days. Each tube gets stored in the freezer until I've spit in all the tubes. Then I FedEx it to the lab.

Fun stuff, ya?

Just in case anyone had any doubts, here's proof positive that I spoil my cats.