I am ready to pop a blood vessel!
Today has been so entirely stressful.
First I go into the hospital for my Amnio. Apparently, no matter what, my daughter cannot be in the hospital (save for the lobby at the main entrance, or if she is admitted) because she is under 18 and they are trying to cut back on the possible risk of exposing people to the stupid Swine Flu. It doesn't matter that she was vaccinated against it or have no symptoms of being ill, no visitors under 18 are allow, period... So, when I go into the hospital for the 3 to 4 days (or more?) for my delivery, my daughter may not come see me AT ALL.
What the fuck! That is just cruel and unusual! Fuck, what if I was dying, you fucking assholes! Would you make an exception then?
Second, the doctor seriously pissed me off. I was expressing to my nurses how I was not sure when my Amnio was last week, and my surgery got cancelled without notifying me, and I hoped that I would hear something if they cancelled the surgery again. Well my doctor tries to tell me she told me when it was. No, you said either it would be the day before or the day of, at 7, and never gave me a definite. She, my doctor, says she told me lunchtime the day before the surgery. That is not an appointment. I am so sorry I did not understand you're weird way of scheduling... And even if I had realized you meant 12 pm on the 10th of November, you never told me where the fuck to go. This whole time I've been going to ultrasounds, doctor visits, and blood work in the Medical Arts Centre, not the actual hospital. The ONLY reason I even tried the main hospital first today, when going in, is because a few days ago they called to see if I wanted an earlier appointment, and the caller ID recognized it as the same number that they verified the surgery from. Last week, before this said appointment, I never received any form of contact about the Amnio.
You know, if my doctor was kind about it, and just recognized it as a miscommunication, I would have been fine. But she was combative about it! She was very unprofessional about how she approached it... I don't care if you want to save face in front of the nurses, there is no reason to take a tone with me.
The Amnio was a pain. It took about five pokes to finally draw the fluid, and she pierced the placenta in doing so, meaning the sample is contaminated (but possibly still usable) and that I am now a higher risk of infection. They did not inform me that it would take so long, which bothers me. I feel bad, because they had to monitor me an hour after the Amnio, and I had not clue that would happen. Leo was downstairs with Zoey in the lobby, and I know Zoey can be an issue. I do not know if the monitoring afterwards is normal, or because of the circumstances, but either way I would have liked to have known it might be so long!
And five pokes! What the hell... Why do these doctors and nurses always have issue when trying to draw samples from me? I was ready to pass out by the last one, it was very very uncomfortable and I was getting a strange pain lower than where they were poking... My ears were ringing (to the point it was hard to hear) and I was getting all cold and sweaty. I seriously thought I might pass out...
I don't mind needles, I'm half way used to them... The actual pokes were not so bad... but I don't know, the last one seriously fucked me up.
And my heart rate is an issue, again... It was about 118 today, and going up here and there (which set off an alarm, which doesn't help!)...
I am very surprised my blood pressure was okay, because I am not feeling it is right now!
So I get released an hour later, being told to take it easy (ha!)... I am to keep check of my temperature for a fever (signs of an infection) and to call immediately if I get pains or starts leaking.
The test results will be back tomorrow around noon... If I do not hear by 2, my very kind nurse, told me to call the doctor's office.
I was grateful to have that kind nurse, Mary Ann, she made me feel so much better, as she seemed very concerned and helpful. Finally, someone!
So, my day was not to be completed, yet!
I had an appointment with the WIC office at 5pm today...
And I hate having to go to these things, and even more annoyed that they didn't give me the normal 3 months, but had wanted me to do a follow-up after a month.
I have enough to worry about right now, really... And I really, really could use a day off!
So, John rushed home from work so we can drive back into Pittsfield (a 40 minute drive, one way, to remind you).
We get there and the door is locked and no one answered when I knocked (several times)...
I went next door and called from the doctor's office there, and there was no answer.
Today they are to be open late, until 6:30 pm...
And being John would never be able to get off of work and come pick Zoey and I up to get us there before 4:30 (the normal closing time), I set the appointment for their late day.
They wrote the appointment, I am not making it up or anything.
The sign on the door even said they were opened until 6:30 pm today...
However, I guess they said a big FUCK YOU.
*sighs*
So, now he has to turn around and go home without the WIC checks for this month...
John's like, well just set up another appointment...
Uh, I may or may not be in the hospital for the end of this week.
When the fuck am I suppose to be making this appointment for?
When the fuck will I have time to do any of this bullshit run around once I have a newborn at home?!
So...
I'm trying not to cry, I'm just pissed and stressed and feel like I'm being dicked around...
And you know what, right about now my ass really fucking hurts!
It's been a bad day...
And I feel bad because I know John had a bad day at work...
And he's tired, very very tired...
In fact, I was kind of scared that he was going to fall asleep at the wheel on the way home!
(Narrow roads winding up and down through mountains do not make for a good place to doze!)
More stress...
(But of course he will not let me drive, not that I could do it very well, but at least I would not fall asleep at the wheel!)
And now I should probably eat, if I can stomach it...
I haven't eaten since I shared my bowl of cereal with Zoey at 10:30 this morning.
I hope when John wakes up from his nap he lets me take one...
Or, if he sleep the night through, that Zoey doesn't give me a issues if I try to get her off to bed with me early.
I'm just so tired right now...
And god, my head feels like it will start squirting out the vein above my left eye!
(And please excuse any grammatical issues, as I'm not even going to bother to reread this post before sending it. Fuck it, I don't care at this point.)
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