My Week.

Sorry to leave you guys with no fun knitting stuff this week. I’ve even got several finished projects to show you, but not quite enough energy to actually photograph those things and put them on the blog… that takes a bit more energy than I’ve got right now.

So, this week wasn’t my best, to say the least. Monday started out fine, had a doctors appointment and all that, Tuesday went to work, but then Tuesday night I was having pretty severe heart palpitations and dizziness and chest pain, and my doctor told me to go to the ER, so we did. And spent the next 3 1/2 hours getting blood drawn, getting an EKG, waiting, waiting, waiting, then they told me I’d be hooked up to a heart monitor for 24 hours to see if they could track down what was going on with my heart. No problem, I can handle that.

Wednesday started off fine, but once I got home from work I got a killer headache, which I thought was the beginning of a migraine. I cringed at the thought of dealing with a migraine without being able to take my wonderful medicine, but before I knew what was happening I was vomiting. Like, a lot. Like every 10-15 minutes. Paul was a dear and tried to distract me by playing silly TV shows on Netflix, but I wasn’t able to really pay any attention to anything because I was so nauseated that my mind wasn’t working straight. I thought that maybe it was just a weird bout of morning sickness or something.  After about 4 hours of throwing up pretty constantly I decided to call my friend Bess, who is smart about all kinds of medical stuff because she’s a nurse, and she said if it hadn’t stopped in a few hours to just go to the hospital. When you’re pregnant, better safe than sorry, right? But being completely dehydrated and ridiculous at the time I decided it would be better to wait until Paul woke up the next morning to decide it was time to go in. I honestly have no idea what I was thinking (Or NOT thinking… when you’re really sick your brain doesn’t make the best decisions) because I went 16 hours without keeping any fluids down, throwing up several times every hour, not sleeping at ALL throughout the entire night and just generally being the sickest I’ve ever been in my entire life. So, when Paul gets up that morning he immediately recognized that I needed to go into the ER. My face looked like I had gotten into a fight because so many of my blood vessels in my face broke from the constant vomiting.

When we got to the ER (for the second time in less than 48 hours) they immediately started  an IV (or tried to anyway, it was rough going because I was so dehydrated they couldn’t find a vein for a while) because I looked like a shriveled mess and couldn’t even walk the 20 feet to the hospital bed. Paul pretty much carried me from the car into the ER. Anyway, once they started the IV they gave me some Zofran (amazing stuff, let me tell you) which helped my nausea so so much and once I had 3 of those IV bags and I was a new woman. Well, almost. They also came in and got the baby’s heart rate, which I was SO glad to hear it beating nice and strong because I was kicking myself for not coming in sooner, I was thinking all kinds of ‘worse case scenario’ things, I guess I the only thing I can claim is that I wasn’t thinking rationally. But they still hadn’t figured out WHY I was so sick. They initially ruled out the stomach flu, because I didn’t have a fever or the chills, and thought possible Strep B because my throat was so swollen I could barely swallow any water, but that came back negative too (Hallelujah) so they narrowed it down to either a hormonal imbalance or food poisoning. I am hoping that it was food poisoning, mostly because if it was a hormonal imbalance the doctor said it had a chance of happening again, which I don’t really want.

So now I’m off  work for the rest of this week and trying to recoup as much as possible. I’m on the ‘B.R.A.T’ diet  (or as Paul accidentally called it the “Bart” diet) and sleeping as much as I can. I’m feeling a million times better today (it’s amazing what a good nights sleep can do!) and looking forward to eating real food again.  Hopefully tomorrow I will have some fun knitting projects to show you, and I hope you all have a great weekend!

5 thoughts on “My Week.

  1. When you say, “the sickest I’ve been in my life,” I really respect that. What a week. Hope you can keep things down and keep your feet up for the next few days. Nice excuse to knit, maybe…?

  2. Thanks Bess. 🙂 Good to know I always have a nurse friend to call day or night if I have crazy pregnancy questions. 🙂 And holy smokes, Gritman ER is top notch these days. They got me into a room and hooked up to an IV less than 5 minutes after I walked in the door!

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