We won't be visiting Dr Country this month. Sadly, the appropriate cycle day conflicts with my law exams, for which I will be in the big city. Husband will be coming with me, so I suppose the possibility of trying is there, but right now I will refrain from speculating on what may or may not happen in an inner city hotel room, after a lovely dinner in an expensive restaurant that will certainly have a fabulous wine list.
Next time that we do go to visit Dr Country, we will be having a very serious discussion with him. I am going to ask to be treated with intralipids. I am not going to take no for an answer. I don't have any reason to think that Dr C won't be open to this, as he has been very accommodating of us thus far, and always willing to discuss options.
I am going to do this because I need a plan. Because I simply can't go on like this any more. Because D and I had "the talk". Or rather, I talk, he listens, I talk and try not to cry, he looks upset, I talk some more, then he says, whatever you want, darling. Suffice to say that I have drawn my line in the sand.
It's all rather sad. Sad. It's the only word I can think of to describe how I am feeling right now.
I need this nightmare to end.
Next time that we do go to visit Dr Country, we will be having a very serious discussion with him. I am going to ask to be treated with intralipids. I am not going to take no for an answer. I don't have any reason to think that Dr C won't be open to this, as he has been very accommodating of us thus far, and always willing to discuss options.
I am going to do this because I need a plan. Because I simply can't go on like this any more. Because D and I had "the talk". Or rather, I talk, he listens, I talk and try not to cry, he looks upset, I talk some more, then he says, whatever you want, darling. Suffice to say that I have drawn my line in the sand.
It's all rather sad. Sad. It's the only word I can think of to describe how I am feeling right now.
I need this nightmare to end.

