I've been meaning to post about my hospital stay, my kidney infection, my possible gestational diabetes, the inside of my uterus, and all that but I've been so busy and tired finishing school. Now that I am done with school and have nothing to do but eat and sleep and swim, I will be posting more.
At this moment I am home in between the 1st and 2nd of 4 times my blood will be drawn this morning for my glucose tolerance test. I failed the first one, with numbers too high. I think it was the butter on my toast before I went in, but it could be the aggressive weight gain I've experienced and my lack of consistent exercise. Anyway, I had my blood drawn, successfully the first time, at 8 am, drank that nasty glucose-potent drink, and I go back in an hour to have it drawn again. I do that two more times and hopefully on Thursday when I go for my regular check-up they will have the results and tell me I'm good. Otherwise I'm going to have to watch my diet a lot more and exercise more. I can't do anything really until then but eat better.
Tuesday the 26th I left work early feeling slightly nauseous and with a pain in my back, then after throwing up at home I called the DRs office. So I missed my work shower two weeks ago because I got a UTI, which later that day was diagnosed as a kidney infection which led to my being admitted to labor and delivery where they monitored me and the baby (he is totally fine) and gave me an IV drip of antibiotics for 36 hours. I was taken to the antepartum floor of the hospital and hated it, especially the broth menu they kept bringing me cause I threw up twice. I needed real food and finally got it and was much better. This was my second UTI of my pregnancy although I'm sort of prone to bladder infections (genetics) and they want me to take antibiotics until I push this baby out just to be careful. My parting gifts from the hospital were two giant bruises that got worse after I got home. They tried to give me an IV on the side of my left wrist and it bruised in two kinds of ways a few days later. The other time was the evil woman who kept taking my blood (only 3 times really) and the first time she took it, she took it from my left forearm. What? I'm not familiar with that technique but the next day she came back, she must have seen how badly she bruised me and took it from my elbow. She needs some more training. I know those hospital vampires aren't nurses and I think I'd rather the nurse did it. I'm going to request no more blood taken from my forearm unless they can't get it any other way (stab me, please). The morning I left they lost my blood in the tube system at the hospital and evil blood taker came back for more, but that was how the DR decided to let me go so it was okay, I guess. Not a fun trip. Poor Miguel slept in the room with my both nights (I think he felt obligated) but he didn't have work during that time so it was a little okay.
Got to go run to the DRs office (2 miles away so I get to leave) and have blood drawn. I'll write again soon.
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