Disregarding the fatness, what's in that belly? Stay tuned... We find out on Thursday.
Monday, May 30, 2005
Friday, May 20, 2005
My brush with death
I am so happy to be alive. I tossed and turned all night on Wednesday. I woke up to use the bathroom about what seemed like a million times. The last time that I woke up I felt cold chills so I turned off the A/C. I think I went back to sleep for about an hour and then it was time to get up to go to work. But when I tried to get up, I just couldnt. I felt HOT... burning up HOT but not just hot... I still had my cold chills. My first thought was that I must be coming down with the flu.
So Jerry got my trusted thermometer and took my temperature. 102. WTF? 102. So he is basically like, you need to go to the doctor... I'm like well, maybe I will but I ask him to call his cousin because she is a nurse and worked with a lot of pregnant women. So as I lay freezing and hot, he calls and asks her a few questions. After all is said and done, he gets off the phone and tells me that I need to call my doctor. I agreed but the doctors office didnt open until 8:30. So I had about an hour to wait. I tried to drink water just to try to help cool me down and I took two extra strength Tylenol (one of the few medicines deemed kinda safe for prego women).
At 8:30 on the dot, Jerry was calling the doctor's office. Then he tells me "I dont know what to say" and hands me the phone so that I can talk. Luckily I wasnt really dying. Of course, this day, of all days, my doctor is on call at the hospital so I speak to her assistant. She tells me to take Tylenol (I had already done that), stay well hydrated (was in the process of doing that), and try to rest until she can make contact with my doctor.
So she calls me back in about 20 minutes and tells me that I need to come in to give a urine sample. Apparently, fevers are a great indicator of an infection and one of the more common is a urinary tract infection in pregnant women.
So I decide that I'll take a slightly cool/warm shower so that I dont raise my body temperature anymore. I get out of the shower, lotion up as usual, put on my undies and sit on the side of the bed. Then I cant seem to do too much. I just sit there for what seemed like at least 5 minutes. Jerry looks over at me and asks if I am alright. I told him to hand me some water. I start placing it on my forehead and my chest just trying to cool off... Then I feel like I am about to pass out. I have NEVER felt like this before. I started seeing white spots or something like that. All I could think about at that moment was an ambulance coming to get me and them seeing me in my underwear. Here I am about to be a goner and that's what I think about. Too funny. Anyway, at that moment I started feeling sick in my stomach... and then what happens? All the water that I had been drinking presented itself again. Water was all over the floor, the dresser, my shoes... At least it was only water. Right after that I felt a little better. So I laid on the bed until I could finish getting myself together. Then I went to the doctor's office.
Leaving there, we picked up some fruit and juices... I wasnt in the mood to really eat too much so I just tried to drink water and eat my fruit... Also took my Tylenol every 4-5 hours and slept for what seemed like hours.
Then at about 10:00 it was about time to take my last two Tylenol. Jerry sat there and watched me take them. (For whatever reason, he thinks I wasnt really taking them - although my fever was under control.) Anyway, I am not a pill taker. The taste of them makes me feel like vomiting... but I know I had to do what I had to do. I put one Tylenol in my mouth, and got it down with the water. I tried to do the same with the other, but somehow it got stuck in my mouth... I kept drinking water but the pill was not going down. It started melting in my mouth. It was the nastiest taste. And I started vomiting that crap up. Right there, right in front of Jerry again. So he hands me a towel (in case I vomit again), goes into the bathroom to get some stuff to clean it up with and then something overcame me and I dropped the towel and just threw up all my fruit. I couldnt even make it to the bathroom. It was the worst. He gets me into the bathroom and puts a cool towel on my back as I put a cool one on my forehead and neck. I try to get everything else out of me over the toilet but of course... I am already done.
Anyway, he cleaned up all that nastinest - got down on the floor and started scrubbing then vacuumed. What else can I say but 'I love that man. ' :-)
So Jerry got my trusted thermometer and took my temperature. 102. WTF? 102. So he is basically like, you need to go to the doctor... I'm like well, maybe I will but I ask him to call his cousin because she is a nurse and worked with a lot of pregnant women. So as I lay freezing and hot, he calls and asks her a few questions. After all is said and done, he gets off the phone and tells me that I need to call my doctor. I agreed but the doctors office didnt open until 8:30. So I had about an hour to wait. I tried to drink water just to try to help cool me down and I took two extra strength Tylenol (one of the few medicines deemed kinda safe for prego women).
At 8:30 on the dot, Jerry was calling the doctor's office. Then he tells me "I dont know what to say" and hands me the phone so that I can talk. Luckily I wasnt really dying. Of course, this day, of all days, my doctor is on call at the hospital so I speak to her assistant. She tells me to take Tylenol (I had already done that), stay well hydrated (was in the process of doing that), and try to rest until she can make contact with my doctor.
So she calls me back in about 20 minutes and tells me that I need to come in to give a urine sample. Apparently, fevers are a great indicator of an infection and one of the more common is a urinary tract infection in pregnant women.
So I decide that I'll take a slightly cool/warm shower so that I dont raise my body temperature anymore. I get out of the shower, lotion up as usual, put on my undies and sit on the side of the bed. Then I cant seem to do too much. I just sit there for what seemed like at least 5 minutes. Jerry looks over at me and asks if I am alright. I told him to hand me some water. I start placing it on my forehead and my chest just trying to cool off... Then I feel like I am about to pass out. I have NEVER felt like this before. I started seeing white spots or something like that. All I could think about at that moment was an ambulance coming to get me and them seeing me in my underwear. Here I am about to be a goner and that's what I think about. Too funny. Anyway, at that moment I started feeling sick in my stomach... and then what happens? All the water that I had been drinking presented itself again. Water was all over the floor, the dresser, my shoes... At least it was only water. Right after that I felt a little better. So I laid on the bed until I could finish getting myself together. Then I went to the doctor's office.
Leaving there, we picked up some fruit and juices... I wasnt in the mood to really eat too much so I just tried to drink water and eat my fruit... Also took my Tylenol every 4-5 hours and slept for what seemed like hours.
Then at about 10:00 it was about time to take my last two Tylenol. Jerry sat there and watched me take them. (For whatever reason, he thinks I wasnt really taking them - although my fever was under control.) Anyway, I am not a pill taker. The taste of them makes me feel like vomiting... but I know I had to do what I had to do. I put one Tylenol in my mouth, and got it down with the water. I tried to do the same with the other, but somehow it got stuck in my mouth... I kept drinking water but the pill was not going down. It started melting in my mouth. It was the nastiest taste. And I started vomiting that crap up. Right there, right in front of Jerry again. So he hands me a towel (in case I vomit again), goes into the bathroom to get some stuff to clean it up with and then something overcame me and I dropped the towel and just threw up all my fruit. I couldnt even make it to the bathroom. It was the worst. He gets me into the bathroom and puts a cool towel on my back as I put a cool one on my forehead and neck. I try to get everything else out of me over the toilet but of course... I am already done.
Anyway, he cleaned up all that nastinest - got down on the floor and started scrubbing then vacuumed. What else can I say but 'I love that man. ' :-)
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