I went for my shot today, so I'm sore and grumpy. Although interestingly, medroxyprogesterone acetate is now available as a generic, so it cost me half what it used to to be sore and grumpy. Also interestingly, a somewhat lower dose medroxyprogesterone has recently been approved by the FDA for endometriosis (the 150 mg strength I'm on now is labelled as birth control, although it's widely used for endo), and that's a subcutaneous shot. I think it might hurt less, but since it wouldn't be generic, it would cost more, unless my insurance company knocks the pricing out of the "recreational" drug category where birth control is.
Follow that? Don't bother. I'm just ranting because I'm sore and grumpy.
I have a kitchen update: the stove delivery was snag # 1. Apparently the old stove is hard-wired in, and they stove delivery guy needs an outlet. I'm a dumbass; I should have checked that...it was in the fine print of the 400 pages of stuff I got at the hardware store the day I bought the damn thing. My father has assured me that he can put the outlet in, and I have no reason to doubt him...he is an engineer, and he wired the entire basement of their house and it hasn't burned down. I'm not up for messing with 240 volts myself, but then, we've established that I hate home improvement. (Unlike my brother, who is physically a dead ringer for our father, and my sister, who looks like mom, I resemble neither of my parents. And I suck at fixing things. Perhaps I was switched at birth.)
Dad was actually going to do the work tonight, but my uncle called and invited him to the ball game. I thought I was giddy over the Nats; he's over the moon. It's funny, growing up I thought he was indifferent to baseball, but it turns out he was just feigning indifference after the loss of his team. Sort of like what I have been doing about hockey this year, pretending I have better things to do.
Speaking of depressing sports news, Tyler Hamilton's two-year suspension was handed down yesterday. The decision was made by a three-member board, with a vote of 2 to 1. I really want to think that he wasn't doping, and there's reasonable doubt on both sides.
Also, stage 1 of the the Tour de Georgia is going on right now. That isn't depressing, although I'm regretting that I didn't make more of an effort to get down there to see part of the race. I mean, hotel rates were like 70 bucks a night (for nice hotels, including breakfast), and how often does one get to see teams like Jittery Joe’s-Kalahari?
Actually, there is a pro race in northern Virginia in May, and Jittery Joe’s-Kalahari will be there. That guy from Texas won't be, though. Of course, one of the guys there may be the Next Great American Cyclist, or watching the race may be a wasted spring afternoon where you could have been out riding yourself (and by "you," I of course mean "me.")
Have I mentioned that I'm sore and grumpy?
Posted by Nic at April 19, 2005 03:49 PM