JESUS CHRIST ON A POGO STICK!!
On Friday, I went to my oncologist's office and signed up for the clinical trial that will cover the cost of my Oncotype dx test. That's the test that analyzes 21 genes in your tumor and gives you a numerical score that indicates how likely you are to have a recurrence in the next 10 years, and this helps with treatment decisions. So I signed all the forms and gave a blood sample and all of that, and they said my tumor would be sent off for the test on Monday.
Monday was 3 days ago. I just got a call saying they actually can't send away for the Oncotype test until I come in for another test, because the rules of the clinical trial are that everyone must have a pregnancy test first. AARGGGHHH. So now I have to drive 60 min round trip tomorrow to PEE IN A CUP and prove I'm not pregnant, because BEING A FREAKING LESBIAN isn't proof enough*. And now the wait for my Oncotype score is going to be EVEN LONGER.
And my car is stuck in the driveway, which is like a huge muddy river with snowbank islands. THIS IS SO STUPID.
*Forgot to mention, I also have my period RIGHT NOW. I could not be any more NOT PREGNANT.
And wow, I wondered when the day would come when my blog would need big TMI warnings...If I can figure out how to make some of these posts password-protected and accessible only to women (yes, women - sorry, guys) who email me for the password, there is SO much more I could write about...