Wednesday July 2nd 2008

 It's here, it has finally arrived, an entire month in the making, it's biopsy day. If there's one good thing about biopsy day is that I got to sleep an hour longer and I got to have a better breakfast.

Slave barb's appointment is at 8:30 so we left the house around 7:50. It seemed that everything was going great in the morning until we hit the road. We were about half way through the trip and I got bombarded with work calls. One crisis after another. The one day I really tried to have all my focus on the matters at hand the shit hits the fan at work. It was bad stuff too and the narrow minded drones at Customer service were solely blaming me. As I said it was some bad shit. To make matters worse I had to have slave barb talk to all the people that were calling. I didn't have my bluetooth ear piece on me so I had to have slave barb field the calls and make calls and rely messages. She was very honest that this is really stressing her out. I can't blame her. She even apologized for ruining my day. Oh, my wonderful girl, you didn't ruin my day. Not one bit. By the time we got to the Dr. we were both very stressed out. I did my best to focus on her but I didn't do as good as I wanted too. I think I let her down a bit. The Dr. did let me in the room with slave barb while they prepped her. Slave barb amazes me and always teaches me a lesson or two. Seeing her upbeat side even in the face of ravenous medicine always amazes me. The Dr. gave me the boot when it was time to do the procedure. After they kicked me out I went outside and had to make about eight calls for work. I had to call over the country and try to get some answers. It really pissed me off that some co-workers were completely unsympathetic to the fact that my “wife” was having a biopsy and that I can't help you that much. I realize there are problems but I'm not at the office. It's amazing how selfish people can be. In due time I was allowed to go back in and slave barb was looking pretty good. They stuck a needle in her throat four times and of course she kicked ass and hung tough. Her initial plan was to go to work but she was really hurting after the procedure we both found it best for her to stay home and rest.

As for me, I initially hoped to go into work at noon. Instead I was at work by 10:15 and I had to answer to everyone about this issue and I had to prove to way too many people that I did everything right and then some. I cleared my name and nobody else would stand up to their errors. At least I won.

I spent my entire day working on this one issue. Plus many other shit ball problems too. My day was horrible and slave barb's was even worse. I wont lose sight of that.

Regardless of how bad her day was and how crappy she's feeling she still made a great dinner and she started up the laundry. She also joined me for grocery shopping. She's a strong motherfucker! Tonight we will try to rest. We are both looking forward to a good nights sleep and a fun three day weekend.