Is it Friday yet?
Apr. 3rd, 2008 07:51 pmI really hate being sick. *sigh* It's extra miserable when you were already short of breath. Both the CNM and the office nurse have now commented on my cough and offered to get me something stronger than Robitussen. Unfortunately, codeine makes me vomit. So I'm sort of stuck.
I'm glad I purged my little demons in the surgery suite. In veterinary superstition, bad things come in threes. I had two of my surgery cases die on me in the last few weeks, which was making me jumpy. So I was sort of relieved when my exploratory on Tuesday turned out to have a terminal cancer, and was euthanized. The threesome was finished, and demons gone. It made me feel better about the C-section I did at lunch today. Which is doing fine. ;-) Yeah, me. Of course, now my back hurts.
I got my scroll done and passed off to Collette. I sort of wish I'd been bright enough to scan or photograph the silly thing, as I rather liked it. It was a black hours piece, which I find a very forgiving style once you get used to the foibles.
I'm also still rolling the chipmunk/squirrel purse around in my mind. I've been sketching out mock-ups, and likely wire placements. I need a good picture of the back of a European chipmunk, so that I can get the stripes right. Then I'll have to go visit "The Needleworker" around the corner and get some silk.
Hopefully the sibling will come to some conclusions about what she wants in a baby shower so we can get started on that. I may pick up an invitation kit and at least have it on hand, and make Mom help me compile addresses.
I DID have an interesting chitchat with Kim, the CNM, yesterday. She asked how I was feeling, and I said "Like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop." She laughed and said she gets that a lot from women whose previous pregnancy went sour early on. But she still has fairly high hopes for me. Next Ultrasound is scheduled, as is my meeting with the back-up OB.
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sugarcoatedlie, to further your interest, I point you at an article:
http://www.aafp.org/afp/990901ap/829.html
So, recurrence rate for HELPP syndrome is about 19-25%, and for straight preeclampsia around 43%. *l* No wonder Candy, the office nurse, wants to wrap me in cotton wool and stuff me in a shoebox for the duration. She says she holds her breath every time I come in. When she called today she commented that my cough was worse, and again offered me the codeine. I explained my little sensitivity, but told her I'd live. She said "But you're miserable! And pregnant!" I accused her of being redundant. :-)
Darling had a brain wave, and I have put a bid on a combined lot of maternity clothing today. We'll see if I get it.
I'm glad I purged my little demons in the surgery suite. In veterinary superstition, bad things come in threes. I had two of my surgery cases die on me in the last few weeks, which was making me jumpy. So I was sort of relieved when my exploratory on Tuesday turned out to have a terminal cancer, and was euthanized. The threesome was finished, and demons gone. It made me feel better about the C-section I did at lunch today. Which is doing fine. ;-) Yeah, me. Of course, now my back hurts.
I got my scroll done and passed off to Collette. I sort of wish I'd been bright enough to scan or photograph the silly thing, as I rather liked it. It was a black hours piece, which I find a very forgiving style once you get used to the foibles.
I'm also still rolling the chipmunk/squirrel purse around in my mind. I've been sketching out mock-ups, and likely wire placements. I need a good picture of the back of a European chipmunk, so that I can get the stripes right. Then I'll have to go visit "The Needleworker" around the corner and get some silk.
Hopefully the sibling will come to some conclusions about what she wants in a baby shower so we can get started on that. I may pick up an invitation kit and at least have it on hand, and make Mom help me compile addresses.
I DID have an interesting chitchat with Kim, the CNM, yesterday. She asked how I was feeling, and I said "Like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop." She laughed and said she gets that a lot from women whose previous pregnancy went sour early on. But she still has fairly high hopes for me. Next Ultrasound is scheduled, as is my meeting with the back-up OB.
For
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http://www.aafp.org/afp/990901ap/829.html
So, recurrence rate for HELPP syndrome is about 19-25%, and for straight preeclampsia around 43%. *l* No wonder Candy, the office nurse, wants to wrap me in cotton wool and stuff me in a shoebox for the duration. She says she holds her breath every time I come in. When she called today she commented that my cough was worse, and again offered me the codeine. I explained my little sensitivity, but told her I'd live. She said "But you're miserable! And pregnant!" I accused her of being redundant. :-)
Darling had a brain wave, and I have put a bid on a combined lot of maternity clothing today. We'll see if I get it.