RitchieWoman (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ritchiewoman) wrote,@ 2004-05-07 00:16:00 |
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Update on the Barfing
That's all I've been doing since the last posting - barfing. Feeling sub-human. The simple act of walking brought out the demons inside.
So I haven't felt like journaling.
But okay, then today - something changed. I felt better. Really better. I spoke to the doctor yesterday begging them to give me drugs - I didn't even really care if they made the kid come out with 3 arms - just stop the puking!!! So they said they wanted me to try some things before they put me on the drugs.
Nazis.
First, they wanted me to keep using the Sea-Bands I bought. You know what those are - those little wristbands you wear on a cruise to avoid getting seasick. I said with clenched teeth, "Those. Don't. Work."
She said sweetly and somehow without condescension, "Did you put them on BEFORE you started feeling sick this morning?"
"Uh, no.." I said softly, unclenching my jaw.
"Well try that, and take 25mg of vitamin B6 every 4 hours. Then if that doesn't work, add 1/4 of a tablet of Unisom to the B6."
"Uh, Unisom? The sleeping pill?" I asked.
"Yep. Try that and if those don't work we'll have you come in and we'll get you a prescription."
So I had Jason get me the B6. And this morning, I put the bands on first thing, before the vomit came. And I've been taking the B6 religiously. And now I feel awesome.
So awesome, that I sort of convinced myself that I felt better because the pregnancy was going away. Here comes the miscarriage. Then I thought how hard it would be to tell you all that I wasn't going to have a baby.
It was THEN I realized why people don't tell anyone about their pregnancies until after the 1st trimester. ("Oh, thaaaaaat's why! Duh!)
But screw it. I wouldn't have been able to share all these wonderful puking stories with you!! Or my neuroses about having miscarriages! Lucky lucky you!!!
So I'm getting my haircut tomorrow, and I'm just being grateful I feel better and hope it lasts for a while. And that's where I draw the thinking line - No. More. Thinking.
Thinking. Bad.
Oh, and I need to thank Anne, who called me at 11:05p her time to tell me, under NO circumstances, was I to watch E.R. tonight. I asked her what happened, and she said, "No! No watching, no talking." I said, "Dead baby?" and she said, "No talking - and do not watch it, I'm telling you." So I didn't watch it. That's a big sis watching out for me, huh?
xoxo A
That's all I've been doing since the last posting - barfing. Feeling sub-human. The simple act of walking brought out the demons inside.
So I haven't felt like journaling.
But okay, then today - something changed. I felt better. Really better. I spoke to the doctor yesterday begging them to give me drugs - I didn't even really care if they made the kid come out with 3 arms - just stop the puking!!! So they said they wanted me to try some things before they put me on the drugs.
Nazis.
First, they wanted me to keep using the Sea-Bands I bought. You know what those are - those little wristbands you wear on a cruise to avoid getting seasick. I said with clenched teeth, "Those. Don't. Work."
She said sweetly and somehow without condescension, "Did you put them on BEFORE you started feeling sick this morning?"
"Uh, no.." I said softly, unclenching my jaw.
"Well try that, and take 25mg of vitamin B6 every 4 hours. Then if that doesn't work, add 1/4 of a tablet of Unisom to the B6."
"Uh, Unisom? The sleeping pill?" I asked.
"Yep. Try that and if those don't work we'll have you come in and we'll get you a prescription."
So I had Jason get me the B6. And this morning, I put the bands on first thing, before the vomit came. And I've been taking the B6 religiously. And now I feel awesome.
So awesome, that I sort of convinced myself that I felt better because the pregnancy was going away. Here comes the miscarriage. Then I thought how hard it would be to tell you all that I wasn't going to have a baby.
It was THEN I realized why people don't tell anyone about their pregnancies until after the 1st trimester. ("Oh, thaaaaaat's why! Duh!)
But screw it. I wouldn't have been able to share all these wonderful puking stories with you!! Or my neuroses about having miscarriages! Lucky lucky you!!!
So I'm getting my haircut tomorrow, and I'm just being grateful I feel better and hope it lasts for a while. And that's where I draw the thinking line - No. More. Thinking.
Thinking. Bad.
Oh, and I need to thank Anne, who called me at 11:05p her time to tell me, under NO circumstances, was I to watch E.R. tonight. I asked her what happened, and she said, "No! No watching, no talking." I said, "Dead baby?" and she said, "No talking - and do not watch it, I'm telling you." So I didn't watch it. That's a big sis watching out for me, huh?
xoxo A
