Luis Gutierrez does not live at my house. However, that does not prevent at least 10 calls a day from jarring my home phone from its slumber with Spanish-speaking people wishing to reach him. Nobody calls for me or Constance at home and the line is primarily reserved for TIVO updates and our home security [...]
Wednesday morning I walked into my boss’ office to ask him if I could work from home on Thursday because there were some things I needed to do in order to prepare for a “procedure” we were having on Friday. Unfortunately – or fortunately, as it might be – my boss knows everything about our [...]
I needed some space, and from what Constance has told me I exercised poor blogging etiquette by not letting people know that my head was preventing me from writing a coherent sentence. So, for my rudeness I apologize. A torrid stream of events have taken place over the last week and I haven’t been [...]
Does it get easier to remember to shoot yourself as you become more experienced with the injectables? It can’t get any harder than it is for me and Constance. Granted, we have yet to forgo a shot completely, but we have been terribly inconsistent over the last 5 days, remembering somewhere between noon [...]
“I had a patient ask me the other day, ‘Why aren’t I pregnant?’” Dr. Reya said, readying the ultrasound machine once again for a peek at the healthy lining and 4 egg starts we’re working with this month. “I told her, ‘Because you’re not a teenager in the back of a Chevy smoking crack.’ [...]
“So, bad news?” Dr. Reya said as she stuck her head through the drive-thru window, the only adornment on the vanilla barrier separating the waiting room from her office.
“Yeah, bad news,” I said as we walked through the door into the exam area.
“Well, time to get back on the horse,” she said. “This is really [...]
Someday, this will be an AMAZING story to tell our child. Until he/she is old enough to realize how weird his/her parents truly are, that is.
Either way, I’m pretty stoked to be featured on the LA Times health blog today. As Constance was peeing on Friday morning, not for one hopeful second did I [...]
This probably goes without saying, but for those of you who don’t know me all that well I really hate getting kicked in the stomach. And whether it be an actual or symbolic blow, what I hate most is that there’s no way to prepare for said kick. The best you can hope for is [...]
Once she ambled out the front door yesterday morning, running late and clutching an overstuffed bag of her entire day’s worth of food, Constance and I didn’t see or speak to each other again until 11PM last night. At our reunion my beer-stained breath was stale from hours of singing in the torture dungeon [...]