Today is day 5 of my ten day attempt to shock my way back to ovulation. Only one more day to where I get to eat nothing for a day (never thought I would be looking forward to the actual fasting aspect of Yom Kippur). Then it's only three more days to an apple. Which I plan to pick on a farm on Sunday. I've lost a little weight, and am now just below the weight I was when I delivered Monkey. Which is a sad, sad state of affairs, but my mantra is that every pound I can shed now will make it easier for me to carry the next pregnancy even if it won't help me get there.
On the crappy news side of the day, my dad appears to have some sort of a liver inflammation. The lab is also reporting a positive test for Hepatitis C which strains credulity because given that the virus is only transmitted through contact with infected blood he is so much not in a high risk population it's not even funny. My sister also found that the test has an average false positive rate of ~35% in low-risk populations. So I am not buying the Hepatitis thing, but we are all worried about the inflammation. My dad's way of dealing with that though is to pretend that it isn't happening. He threw a nice little tantrum with the whole "doctors are useless and I am not going to see them again" line of argument in the starring role. We are not impressed. And he IS going even if it means that one or both of us have to fly back to escort him. Fair warning, I think.