To pee on yet another stick.
It was…
Negative.
Mommy me says: ” Well, okay, so I’m a little disappointed, 3 would have been cool, and children are such an enormous blessing”.
ME me says: ” Oh thank god, I’m just recovering from the last one! I’m getting my backside in shape for a real career again, what the hell are you thinking Mommy me? Somebody hand me my pack of the pills!”
Realistic me says: “Ok, so where the hell is Aunt Flo? Man I hope my parts are all okay.”
Dominant me says: ” Hubby is SO going for the snip in a years time!”
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I was belting down a dark highway, with Skippy in tow, off to the hospital.
We count ourselves lucky that it’s only his second attack in the last 12 months. The 12 months before that, he had at least 2-3 attacks a month. I put it down to living so close to the Sea at the time. Plus they tend to grow out of it. Something to do with rapid temperature drops, and air pressure changes.
*Thank god they always grow out of it*
Anyway, thankfully my anally retentive self always keeps the right medication in the house, so I was able to administer that (it starts working within half an hour) before setting out to the hospital for the obligatory adrenaline nebulizer. We have a nebulizer here too, but it’s been so long since his last attack that the neb-meds had expired, and I know better than to give him expired meds.
After one neb at the hospital he still had a bit of stridor (the bark like cough and high pitched sound on inhalation), although it was much better, but they let him chill for a few minutes and then set up a second neb for him, this time with more saline, so that it took a bit longer and he could relax into it.
Just after setting up the second neb and leaving us to it, I heard someone else come into the ERs reception, a man (from what I could hear) who was saying that he had chest pain, and wasn’t feeling well.
Then All Hell Broke Loose
The nurse who had just handed me the neb was called away because the guy had apparently just collapsed right there in reception, and they were desperately trying to revive him.
We were in a room next door to where they were trying to re-suss him, and while I don’t think Skippy heard much because of the noise of the neb right by his face, I could hear everything.
I wanted to cry because I could hear all the frenzied talking between doctors and nurses, and the frantic beeping of the machines, and all I could think was “Damn – if that beeping is that guys heart rate, this is really serious!” Then it went quiet.
A short while later the doctor came back in to see how we were doing, and I had just said “He’s doing much better” when a nurse yelled for the doctor to come back and all hell broke loose again.
The crazy beeping, the ‘stat’ this and ‘iv’ that and every stupid crazy thing you see on ER.
Eventually after about 10 minutes, our neb had finished and we were just sitting there waiting for the nurse or doctor to give us the all clear to go home, when the nurse came in, and said to us if we felt okay we could go (which we did) and sorry for all the waiting because they’ve got a crisis on their hands. I said of course it was fine – and geez don’t worry about it and we went back to reception to sign out.
At the reception desk, I looked at the receptionist and said, “Geez hectic times in the ER hey?” and she looked back at me and whispered, “You won’t believe this, this guy just drove himself here, complained of chest pains and collapsed right there.”
“I heard, it sounded really scary!” I said.
“…and get this…” says the receptionist…”I just had to call his wife to tell her to come to the hospital, and she doesn’t want to come because she’s at home with her child. I had to say to her, LADY YOUR HUSBAND IS GOING TO DIE BRING YOUR CHILD AND I WILL LOOK AFTER HIM…and she still didn’t want to come.”
I left the ER in a total daze. Who does that? I don’t get humanity sometimes. The poor guy was only 50. I know this because I asked the receptionist. The freak in me had to go and ask her if she’d ever been on duty when somebody died, and she turned to me and said, “It’s getting worse. Smokers and Stress. People must wake up and look after themselves.”
I have a serious appointment with that Elliptical trainer today. Thankfully I stopped smoking before I tried to get pregnant with Skippy. But I have a lot of weight to lose.
…and I want to live.
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Warning: Female Content Ahead…If you are male…proceed only with extreme caution…
So I had my post-partum checkup today with my obgyn. You know the one you’re supposed to have at 6 weeks, but I’m having at 10 weeks because I’ve been too lazy to drive out there with 2 kids in tow? Yeah that one. The one that includes a lovely mammary and pelvic exam to boot, just like a regular annual check up. Yeah that one. At least today I only had Flipper with me (asleep throughout thank god), because Skippy was at school.
As comfortable as I am with my obgyn, you just can’t get comfortable with them fiddling with your bits. Now the complimentary b00b massage I don’t mind so much (checking for lumps) but its that damn p@p exam that I really don’t enjoy.
Of course not, who does? I always wonder how girls can go to GUY doctors for this, I just *couldn’t*!! It’s bad enough getting undressed and into – (oh by the way, my obgyn has these really plush chenille gowns – so comfy) a gown, but when she flicks that spotlight on, today I packed out laughing just as she did it.
She asked me what was so funny, and I just had to tell her…because when she flicked that spot light onto, y’know, veejayjay I said to her that I feel like my veejayjay needs to burst into song, when faced with the spotlight like that. She laughed so hard, that she had to contain herself for a minute or two before she could complete the exam (so much for trying to keep a sense of humor because it only prolongs the agony of being all exposed).
So I did burst into song, but not from my nether regions of course…”Hello my baby! Hello my darling! Hello my ragtime gal…” at which point we both doubled over laughing (she was done down there thank goodness) and I got dressed again and discussed c0ntraceptive options with her.
When I mentioned that I haven’t seen ‘Aunt Flo’ since Flipper’s birth (which theoretically I should have because he’s been bottle fed from the start) she said that it was okay, and that I could go back on the pill to kickstart things again, from Saturday, but to use extra protection for at least the next 4 weeks while my body adjusts to the additional hormones again. She then looked at me, and said with a really worried look on her face, “Is there any chance you could be pregnant again?” Thankfully no. I told her no, definitely not. I’ve been taking my recovery *really* seriously. Unless of course immaculate conception, or wind pollination are still viable options…
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Flipper (my 2 month old) developed a bit of a congested nose over the weekend. Since he was due for his 8 week shots this Friday and in fact Skippy developed a hacking cough, I decided to move up the appointment to Monday and we locked and loaded and head out to see my darling, wonderful and insanely good looking paediatrician, Dr B. I always *love* going to see him. It’s a bit of a contradiction, since one of my kids is always sick when I go and see him, but I always coming away feeling good, confident, reassured and happy. The reasons for this are simple, he *always* notices if I’ve done something with my hair (I decided to go brunette this weekend by the way!), he even notices if I’ve just had hi-lights which is something my hubby only notices when he gets the bill! (hah!) Dr B is patient, kind and helpful, and Skippy has always loved him, and only ever gets upset if there’s a shot involved, and it’s usually over so quickly that he’s over it quickly.
Then there’s the fact that he’s got 3 kids of his own who are now all in their twenties already, so I can really take his advice to heart -because hey – he’s done this at least once more than me! Then there are the little parenting tips (aside from all the medical stuff) that are *so* useful! This time, I asked him what to do about Skippy’s new habitual wakings (which have coincided with the arrival of Flipper), and which are driving my husband and I NUTS. Just when you’ve gotten Flipper back to sleep…then suddenly 2.5yr old Skippy starts having a wailing nightmare, or wants ‘juice’ or a ‘bottle’, or starts crying because he’s afraid of the dark/wants to come to our bed/thinks his curtains are ‘naughty’. Dr B’s advice was really simple. He asked if we have any pets that we trust…I was like, “Um, yeah, uh..why?” and he said to not tell Skippy that there was ‘nothing to be afraid of’ because it doesn’t work, but simply to put the dogs basket in Skippy’s room between him and the ‘naughty curtains’ and tell him that the dogs are there to watch over him. That way he knows we take his fears seriously, and secondly he has not just one but TWO personal bodyguards. The verdict? Dr B is a f*cking genius. Two nights on, and Skippy has made it through the night like he always used to, and now only consents to stumble into our room bleary eyed around 7am when it’s time to get up. Every morning the dogs basket is replaced in the kitchen, and each night he asks for us to, “Poot Daws in muh bear-room peez.” The cute thing is that the dogs take their role very seriously and even *they* have been less annoying than usual (they used to wake us to let them out to ‘go’ at least twice. The past two nights they only come out of his room when he gets up, although the door is open all night.
So there I was a few days ago, scolding my labrador for going into Skippy’s room (okay she pushed it by lying on the bed), and now she’s required to be there all night.
So Flipper had his first round of shots as well, he did pretty well given that he was already congested, and he only developed a very low fever as a result of the shots which was gone after 3ml of Calpol, ne’er to return. He’s also gained more than enough weight since birth, so they’re now both looking good to go!
As for the ‘More Widgets’ part of this post, take a look at my sidebar, I’ve added another painting to the auction, and just below that, is my new Zazzle flash bar. It displays posters that I have for sale in their market place. For now I’ve just added equestrian stuff since those are my best sellers, but I’ll be adding other more landscapey, scenery based stuff soon. I of course welcome any feedback that you wish to give!
Remember I also have stuff for sale at redbubble. There’s loads of very cool stuff available there from other photographers and artists too, it’s well worth a looksee.
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