March has been a trying month for us. Usually we enjoy the spring time and the sense of rejuvenation... HOWEVER we were not ready for this month. The horrid experience started around March 13th. Chris had traveled by car to Logan, St. George, and then California to visit family. On the second day in California the car broke down. The mechanic that we found said that it was the timing belt which then created a whole mess of problems. We spent $2,400 to get it fixed and to get Chris home. He dropped off his dear friend, Alex, in Logan and got back to Blanding safely. The next morning we got in the car to go to work and it wouldn't start. (Now the fun really begins.) We took it to one mechanic who admitted that they didn't have the equipment to figure out what is wrong with it. Another mechanic in Monticello said that he had the equipment and he picked up the car. After two days of basically babysitting our car, the same mechanic informed us that he actually didn't have the equipment and had no clue what was wrong with our car. To get our car moved to a second mechanic in Monticello, we had to pay a steep $350 bill! Now the car is with the second mechanic and he is working to get the original, California mechanic to pay for the repairs.
While that crap was going on, I visited the doctor to see why I wasn't getting pregnant. He told me that it sounded like I have PCOS. To be diagnosed with this syndrome I would need to get an ultrasound. I went up to Monticello and was hoping to find out from the radiologist if I had cysts on/in my ovaries or not. The lady was really nice, but wouldn't say a thing! She even asked me twice if I was FOR SURE not in any pain.... I didn't quite know what to say the second time. In the end she said she saw cysts, so I left that day thinking I had PCOS. I continued reading information and grappling with the enormous amount of information and emotions surrounding this diagnosis. I was hoping that I would hear from my doctor in a few days. I waited and waited with no word from my doctor's office. Finally I called twice and left messages days apart without hearing a thing. On the third try I got a hold of the receptionist. She informed me that I have a 5.8 cm cyst on one ovary. I still have no clue what that means. Do I have PCOS? Do I need to do something about the cyst?
Still without a car, Chris and I borrowed a truck from one of Chris's coworkers. We had no problems with the dogs and the truck until today... Indie decided to jump from the truck bed while we were driving slowly through the neighborhood on the way home. We knew immediately that something was wrong because she wouldn't put any weight on her right, back leg. There were a few droplets of blood, and she was shaking severely. Recently the local vet passed away unexpectedly so we started the drive up to Moab. When we arrived, the vet's receptionist said that the problem could be anything from a dislocated hip to a broken leg. After an hour of waiting we found out that Indie had broken her femur bone completely. The only way this type of break would heal would be to pin and wire the bone back together. We love our Indie girl and couldn't imagine life without her so we did not hesitate. She is still up in Moab with the vet. It was so hard to see her in pain!
After this last straw that literally broke our emotional backs, we decided that we need to say goodbye and good riddance to the month of March this year. Our amazing, wonderful, god-sent neighbors invited us to a cookout on their new deck. In honor of their kindness (they lent us a car for weeks), I baked a cake that included several colors. On top I added a personal message. I really wanted to say "f*ck you, March!" However, I knew that my adorable neighbor kids, who are a little impressionable, would not benefit from that.
We barely had our last send-off for March by burning our calender page of March 2012. Even though it sounds a little cheesy, it was an amazing feeling to think that now we can only embrace positive things that are sure to come. No more crap for the Merkets! And yes, I am flipping off the calendar page!
We will hopefully be able to pick up our precious Indie on Monday. I don't know exactly what is to come, but we are excited to get our little girl back. City will hopefully stop being so depressed as well :(
