An award...

...and a somewhat late response owing to reason below.

Thanks to the Sassy Infertile Lady for the award.

Why can I never upload images?! There is meant to be a picture with this award but I'll be damned if I can upload it!!

Rules
1. You Can Only Use One Word!
2. Pass this along to 6 [any] of your favorite bloggers
3. Alert them that you have given them this award!
4. Have Fun!

The Fun Part
1. Where is your cell phone? Table
2. Your hair? Brown
3. Your mother? Lovely
4. Your father? Adorable
5. Your favorite food? Chips
6. Your dream last night? Work
7. Your favorite drink? Wine
8. Your dream/goal? Babies
9. What room are you in? Hall
10. Your hobby? Shopping
11. Your fear? Death
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Mother
13. Where were you last night? Home
14. Something that you aren’t? Pregnant
15. Muffins? Chocolate
16. Wish list item? Health
17. Where did you grow up? Surrey
18. Last thing you did? Washing
19. What are you wearing? PJs
20. Your TV? Big
21. Your pets? Cat
22. Friends? Lost
23. Your life? OK
24. Your mood? Thankful
25. Missing someone? Sister
26. Vehicle? Beetle
27. Something you’re not wearing? Bra
28. Your favorite store? Next
29. Your favorite color? Blue
30. When was the last time you laughed? Today
31. Last time you cried? Friday
32. Your best friend? Husband
33. One place that I go to over and over? Parents
34. One person who emails me regularly? Caroline
35. Favorite place to eat? Pub

Recipients
Bubba at A day in the life of...
Caroline at Mini monk maker
BeeBee at The many faces of BeeBee

Hacked off?

Last Sunday I finally managed to log on to my G.oogle Reader only to find that somebody had posted on my blog! I initially thought that my blog had been hacked but it turns out that my email account had been hacked and somebody had sent an email to all my contacts, of which my blog is one. It felt weird thinking that somebody had managed to access something that was mine. I felt a bit violated, like somebody had been sifting through my knicker drawer!

I haven't blogged much in October and that is simply because I don't really have anything to say. Still waiting to hear about the decision of the PCT. I will chase it this week. Things have been crazy at work and, as a result, I have found myself working late and sometimes carrying on late into the night which is most unlike me.

Unbelievably we only have one week left until we fly off to Cyprus. October seems to have passed me by and, with two weeks away in November, I am sure that I will feel the same way this time next month. Still, that is not a bad thing. This year has been all about the waiting so the quicker it goes the better.

It pays to persevere

So my follow-up call on Tuesday resulted in the receptionist telling me that the Practice Manager (PM) was in a meeting and could I call back tomorrow at the same time.

Wednesday - I called at 4.45pm from my car only to be told that the PM was in with the doctor so could she call me back. I was just about to drive home, I didn't want her to call whilst I was driving and anyway, I don't know my mobile number and calling from it meant that I was unable to look it up so I reluctantly told the receptionist that I would call back tomorrow (Thursday).

It was whilst driving home that I realised that I would be passing the doctors so, if I made it in time, I could pop in to see whether the PM was still around. So this is what I did. The receptionist phoned the PM and told her that I had popped in in the hope of having a word with her. I know the receptionist (she used to be my next door neighbour) and when she got off the phone she pulled a face as if to say that the manager hadn't been very happy and I pulled a face that said that I was sure that she wasn't.

The PM informed me that she had tried to call the PCT yesterday (Tuesday) but that she hadn't been able to get hold of them and that she hadn't got round to it today because she was busy doing the accounts. She assured me that she would phone them tomorrow (Thursday) and then get back to me.

Thursday came and went with no phone call.

Friday I received a voicemail from the PM asking me to phone her. I immediately called her and was told the following:

The PCT had sent a letter out to the doctors which required a response in 21 days. The doctors had not received this letter. Thankfully we are still within the 21 days response (just) so it was a good job that I had chased it up (yes, the practice manager actually said that). There were a couple of things that she wanted to check (height and weight) as the information they had was quite old now (yes, because this has been going on for nearly two years now). I said that my weight would have changed and she said that she was pleased to hear that because the last weight they had me down as had my BMI at just over 30 and to meet the criteria it had to be under 30. I told her my current weight and she said that it was great, a real good weight loss and in our favour. I explained that that was the main reason for the weight loss (when a doctor recommends something I do it). She asked the husband's weight and I was pleased to be able to tell her that that had also gone down. Phew! We meet the criteria. She then apologised but said that she had to ask the next question. Do you know what it was? Do you and your husband have regular unprotected sex? I laughed and said yes, she was embarrassed and again apologised for asking. I ask you, really, would we be going through all this shit if we could achieve the end goal all on our own with a bit of unprotected sex!

Anyway, the doctor is going to check the paperwork on Monday morning and then they are going to send it off straight away. I think the 21 days deadline is Wednesday or Thursday so let's hope that Royal Mail manages to do its job properly and get it there in time.

The PM said to call her in two weeks if I hadn't received a letter and she would chase it again but she seemed to think that I would get a letter back pretty quickly with their decision.

Fingers crossed!