Wow, so the list of what I have not gotten used to in Portuguese just increased.
I had to call to make an appointment for an ultrasound. Apparently I may be more hormonal than most women. Isn´t my husband lucky.
Knowing how forgetful I am, I called the special woman ultrasound place right after my appointment. I´ve only ever gotten ultrasounds while pregnant in Rio so I didn´t know women have to go to special lady places to get their lady parts ultrasounds. It does kind of make sense. I wonder if everything is going to be pink and be covered in lilies...
Anyway, I felt like I was signing up to have Lula do my freakin´ultrasound. I got the 3rd degree. It´s very rare that I feel overwhelmed and, you guessed it, I did.
It doesn´t help that I understood about 50%. Nothing like an anxious operator to make me feel retarded speaking Portuguese. I totally lost her after the 'You have to arrive here 15 minutes early and we will run 15 minutes late'. I think that´s what caused my confusion. I got stuck on their plan to be late. I mean, what is that?
In the end she asked me if I understood and if I could please repeat back to her the date and time of my appointment. Yes teacher, I know the answer. Please give me a gold star.
I guess you could say I´m scared. If the operator is this blunt what in the hell are the techs going to be like!
On a side note, after this day, as it´s the perfect excuse, the 'detox' died. I mean, the hormone suspicion alone is enough to push a girl over. I just turned 30 and OPA my hormones are dying out on me. And as a bonus, blood tests, ultrasounds, and a pap.
Is it just me or is it Christmas? Well, just in case it is, I made me a big old sandwich to celebrate. Lifes too short and I`m too thin as it is. Yeah food!
