The Neverending Cycle

Day...64? I think. How come I never write these things when I'm at home and can check Ovusoft? Anyway, the taunting high temperature from Sunday sat alone; yesterday was 97.6 (adjusted from 97.3 because I woke up at 5 AM) and today was 97.7. My appointment with the doctor, originally scheduled for this afternoon, had to be moved to next week (even doctors are entitled to sick days). If I thought there was a chance that (one or both of) my ovaries would actually spit out an egg (or two), I wouldn't mind this so much, but by now I'm pretty sure they've closed up shop for the cycle and are kicking back on a beach with a couple of girly drinks and a stack of trashy novels.