So, another blog post about this shit. It's so weird openly writing about stuff like this!
I'm freaking out. I'm starting the clozapine or whatever it's called tomorrow. Dreading having to be in hospital for 3 hours every day for 2 weeks. I hope my grandmother will be able to stay there with me. If she can't it'll be a lot more scary. I keep being told that they're going to poison me, so I'm just a teensy, tiny bit terrified!
I'm going out tonight. Hopefully a bit of alcohol will make me forget about stuff a little bit. If it doesn't, I can always start a conversation about Star Trek or Dr Kawashima's Fanny Training to distract me from stuff. Silly drunken conversations obviously fix everything! :P Obviously I'm not going to get too drunk as I have a blood test in the morning and I don't want boozey blood. Not sure how I'll cope with a crowded pub tonight, but I guess if it gets too thingying I can just go out for a cigarette or ten. It'll probably all turn out hoobygroovily! #optimismftw
Anyhow, on to less thingyey stuffles...
Ike is as amazing as always. He needs a haircut though. :( His hair is so long, beautiful and curly, but it keeps going into is eyes. I don't wanna cut my baby's hair. MOOOOOO!
Bleep. CBA blogging anymore right now, so like... hoobletoodledoo.
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Tuesday, 20 September 2011
Monday, 17 August 2009
Hopickleness
I wasn't sure whether to put this in my pregnantness blog or not, but as it's probably not pregnancy-related it can go here!
On Saturday morning I woke up with possibly the worst pain of my life in my leg. Then it was still all hurty, but not as bad... I wasn't really worried about it, just rather confused as to why it was hurting. My mum told me to go to the hospital... I didn't want to, but my grandmother phoned the hospital and they told me to go there immediately. So (very reluctantly) I did.
In A&E I didn't have to wait more than about 5 mins to be seen even though there were hoobloads of other peeps there... being pregnant has its advantages! There was a lot of waiting that wasn't in the waitingy place though... There was many a cranefly and it was kinda scary because they looked so much like other things that are fucking terrifying! >.<>.<
I was very, very bored in the hospital and I hated it. I was the only youngish person on the ward. Everyone else was like 30 or 40. People were speaking Wenglish too (Welsh mixed in with English) which annoyed me. It would be ok if they were speaking either Welsh or English, but Wenglish is annoying. Last night I got a visit from some friends I hadn't seen for ages though, so that made hospitalness more bearable for an hour or so! On the thingys, I could only get on a crappy version of facebook. My DS ran out of chargeyness this morning. Twas all wayyy too boring. I discovered a weird woman who sits by a vending machine in the hospital reading all day, every day... She was odd.
There was one super-bitch nurse on the ward. I didn't like her at all and I'm not sure why. She made my first belly injection hurt more than the second (which was done by a different person) and it left a much bigger bruise than the next injection. Most of the doctors, nurses, midwives etc were nice... and one of them liked Morrissey too, which was cool. There was a piece of paper from 1991 (when I was born) with information about my birth and stuff on it. It was all discoloured with age and looked out of place next to my new notes. I'm not sure how it got there, but I think they had it because my mum gave birth to me on the same ward that I was on. I got asked some really awkward questions about some stuff on my medical records though... but they weren't asked in an evil manner. All in all, people were nice... even in A&E. It was weird!
I finally had my scan to see if it actually was a blood clot. Twas embarrassing because I had to take off my trousers as my leg had to be scanned right up to the groin. It turned out it wasn't a clotty thing and my horrid injections and stuff were pointless. The doctors and stuff seemed convinced it was a DVT... They now think I pulled a muscle pretty badly... in my sleep... Only I could do that! I have to go back there if my leg gets all weird or anything. I'm so glad to be home! It was a nightmare. At least I now know I'm unlikely to get a pulmonary embolism and die. =]
The food was shit. I thought cheese sandwiches were impossible to fuck up, but the ones there were only just edible. I had jacket potato and it was vile... it was like eating a large, barbecued testicle. Luckily, I had a small supply of junk food to keep me going. I hated not being able to use the toilets as much as I wanted to. I have a weird thing about toilets so I had to avoid them as much as I could, so peed as little as possible.
Ooohh... a couple of random people on the ward said I looked quite small for 31 weeks. I thought I was huge! XD
I got like no sleep in the hospital, and I can't wait to finally go to sleep in my nice new (well, new to my bedroom) bed tonight!
On Saturday morning I woke up with possibly the worst pain of my life in my leg. Then it was still all hurty, but not as bad... I wasn't really worried about it, just rather confused as to why it was hurting. My mum told me to go to the hospital... I didn't want to, but my grandmother phoned the hospital and they told me to go there immediately. So (very reluctantly) I did.
In A&E I didn't have to wait more than about 5 mins to be seen even though there were hoobloads of other peeps there... being pregnant has its advantages! There was a lot of waiting that wasn't in the waitingy place though... There was many a cranefly and it was kinda scary because they looked so much like other things that are fucking terrifying! >.<>.<
I was very, very bored in the hospital and I hated it. I was the only youngish person on the ward. Everyone else was like 30 or 40. People were speaking Wenglish too (Welsh mixed in with English) which annoyed me. It would be ok if they were speaking either Welsh or English, but Wenglish is annoying. Last night I got a visit from some friends I hadn't seen for ages though, so that made hospitalness more bearable for an hour or so! On the thingys, I could only get on a crappy version of facebook. My DS ran out of chargeyness this morning. Twas all wayyy too boring. I discovered a weird woman who sits by a vending machine in the hospital reading all day, every day... She was odd.
There was one super-bitch nurse on the ward. I didn't like her at all and I'm not sure why. She made my first belly injection hurt more than the second (which was done by a different person) and it left a much bigger bruise than the next injection. Most of the doctors, nurses, midwives etc were nice... and one of them liked Morrissey too, which was cool. There was a piece of paper from 1991 (when I was born) with information about my birth and stuff on it. It was all discoloured with age and looked out of place next to my new notes. I'm not sure how it got there, but I think they had it because my mum gave birth to me on the same ward that I was on. I got asked some really awkward questions about some stuff on my medical records though... but they weren't asked in an evil manner. All in all, people were nice... even in A&E. It was weird!
I finally had my scan to see if it actually was a blood clot. Twas embarrassing because I had to take off my trousers as my leg had to be scanned right up to the groin. It turned out it wasn't a clotty thing and my horrid injections and stuff were pointless. The doctors and stuff seemed convinced it was a DVT... They now think I pulled a muscle pretty badly... in my sleep... Only I could do that! I have to go back there if my leg gets all weird or anything. I'm so glad to be home! It was a nightmare. At least I now know I'm unlikely to get a pulmonary embolism and die. =]
The food was shit. I thought cheese sandwiches were impossible to fuck up, but the ones there were only just edible. I had jacket potato and it was vile... it was like eating a large, barbecued testicle. Luckily, I had a small supply of junk food to keep me going. I hated not being able to use the toilets as much as I wanted to. I have a weird thing about toilets so I had to avoid them as much as I could, so peed as little as possible.
Ooohh... a couple of random people on the ward said I looked quite small for 31 weeks. I thought I was huge! XD
I got like no sleep in the hospital, and I can't wait to finally go to sleep in my nice new (well, new to my bedroom) bed tonight!
Wednesday, 29 July 2009
Zapppp!
I haven't updated this blog for at least a couple of days. I think it's because I have no idea what to write because I can never think of anything interesting to say! So as usual, I might as well just write about random crap!
After my last bit of bloggishness in this blog, I realised that I write wayyy too much about pregnancy and that it's probably really boring to people who aren't pregnant... So I made a pregnancy blog to write pregnancy related shizz in.
Today I went to the cinema with a couple of friends to see The Taking Of Pelham 123. It was awesome. A lot better than I expected it to be. It was really weird though because I don't think I've ever seen John Travolta in anything apart from Grease so I associate him with that. The Taking Of Pelham 123 was probably as far away from Grease (in terms of how alike they are) as it's possible to get! It was weirder than every time Jim Carrey is in a serious film! John Travolta is now really old and stuff too... Really, really old! Yeah, hoobacious film though! It had lots of swearing, action, guns and even the odd amusing moment. There was even a cute little rat! What more could one want in a film than violence and rodents?! =D
I seem to have randomly developed a big fear of needles or blood or something (yes, me with the tattoos and piercings). I have no idea why, but following on from my last post in this blog, I went to the hospital today so they could steal my blood. I was waiting there and I was all sweaty, pale, shaking, terrified and I had that feeling you get just before going all dizzy. When the thing with numbers on it got to number 30 (I was number 31), I totally freaked out and left the hospital. I don't know why this is happening recently, but I have to get my blood taken from me some time in the next four days. =/ Meh. I usually love getting blood taken from me. I think I'm just fucking terrified that the random almost faintingness that happened last time will happen again. Meep.
Ooohhh, this morning I had a letter from the bank informing me that my current account is going to be upgraded to a bank account... Excuse me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure I already have a bank account! It's an account in the bank. XD I think they mean a proper scary grown up bank account where I can become overdrawn and have a cheque book though.
I have a few more things I could write about if I wanted to, but to be honest I'm getting quite sleepy and I intend to sleep soon, so hoobletoodledoo!
After my last bit of bloggishness in this blog, I realised that I write wayyy too much about pregnancy and that it's probably really boring to people who aren't pregnant... So I made a pregnancy blog to write pregnancy related shizz in.
Today I went to the cinema with a couple of friends to see The Taking Of Pelham 123. It was awesome. A lot better than I expected it to be. It was really weird though because I don't think I've ever seen John Travolta in anything apart from Grease so I associate him with that. The Taking Of Pelham 123 was probably as far away from Grease (in terms of how alike they are) as it's possible to get! It was weirder than every time Jim Carrey is in a serious film! John Travolta is now really old and stuff too... Really, really old! Yeah, hoobacious film though! It had lots of swearing, action, guns and even the odd amusing moment. There was even a cute little rat! What more could one want in a film than violence and rodents?! =D
I seem to have randomly developed a big fear of needles or blood or something (yes, me with the tattoos and piercings). I have no idea why, but following on from my last post in this blog, I went to the hospital today so they could steal my blood. I was waiting there and I was all sweaty, pale, shaking, terrified and I had that feeling you get just before going all dizzy. When the thing with numbers on it got to number 30 (I was number 31), I totally freaked out and left the hospital. I don't know why this is happening recently, but I have to get my blood taken from me some time in the next four days. =/ Meh. I usually love getting blood taken from me. I think I'm just fucking terrified that the random almost faintingness that happened last time will happen again. Meep.
Ooohhh, this morning I had a letter from the bank informing me that my current account is going to be upgraded to a bank account... Excuse me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure I already have a bank account! It's an account in the bank. XD I think they mean a proper scary grown up bank account where I can become overdrawn and have a cheque book though.
I have a few more things I could write about if I wanted to, but to be honest I'm getting quite sleepy and I intend to sleep soon, so hoobletoodledoo!
Friday, 24 July 2009
blameep!
Rarrrr! A rather crappy midwife appointment! >.<
Yesterday I woke up feeling fine. I had a midwife appointment which was bad enough because I had to pee on a stick. I'm getting used to peeing on sticks now though. It's so much less embarrassing to pee on a stick than give an actual urine sample!
She took my blood pressure, which as usual was on the low side of normal. When she was taking my blood pressure she commented that my pulse was really fast and asked if I was anxious about being there. For one of the first times ever, I wasn't actually anxious about being there. It was weird. Next was the super embarrassing bit. She was going to steal my blood. It was quite funny because the night before I had a conversation about midwives being vampires, and the midwife (without any prompting from me) started joking about how she felt like Dracula because she'd had to take so much blood from people that day! Anyhow, I usually love needles (yes, I'm a weirdo). I am always kind of fascinated by the tubes filling up with my blood when it's being stolen. I usually quite enjoy having blood taken. The thingy was in my arm, but for some reason the blood was dripping into the thing really slowly. I laughed at it a bit and suddenly felt really dizzy, like I was going to faint or something. The midwife took the thingy out of my arm and went to get the doctor and stuff. I could have died of shame. Blah, blahhh, blaahhhhh. I realised that my high pulse rate and the whole almost fainting thing made me look like I had suddenly developed some kinda needle phobia. The midwife thinks I'm probably just anaemic or something, but I think that's kind of weird considering I was far from anaemic a couple of months ago. But yeah, because of this incident I have to have the blood stolen at the hospital in a few days. I hate hospitals and was hoping I could avoid it until the actual birth. >.<
I left the doctorsy place quicker than they would have liked me to and I ended up puking after leaving (I don't remember the last time I had puked when not drunk or hungover). It was horrible.
It was all immensely embarrassing. Made worse by the fact that later on in the day the midwife phoned my grandmother to see if I was ok. I just don't do being all ill and stuff... Especially when other people know about it!
I was fine within a couple of hours. I hope nothing like this happens again. Recently heartburn has kicked in, I keep getting a very achey back and I'm getting really tired a lot. I officially hate being pregnant.
The squigglytiddlypeep is doing hoobacious though. He's still growing exactly the right amount and his heart beat is hoobacious! =D
Yesterday I woke up feeling fine. I had a midwife appointment which was bad enough because I had to pee on a stick. I'm getting used to peeing on sticks now though. It's so much less embarrassing to pee on a stick than give an actual urine sample!
She took my blood pressure, which as usual was on the low side of normal. When she was taking my blood pressure she commented that my pulse was really fast and asked if I was anxious about being there. For one of the first times ever, I wasn't actually anxious about being there. It was weird. Next was the super embarrassing bit. She was going to steal my blood. It was quite funny because the night before I had a conversation about midwives being vampires, and the midwife (without any prompting from me) started joking about how she felt like Dracula because she'd had to take so much blood from people that day! Anyhow, I usually love needles (yes, I'm a weirdo). I am always kind of fascinated by the tubes filling up with my blood when it's being stolen. I usually quite enjoy having blood taken. The thingy was in my arm, but for some reason the blood was dripping into the thing really slowly. I laughed at it a bit and suddenly felt really dizzy, like I was going to faint or something. The midwife took the thingy out of my arm and went to get the doctor and stuff. I could have died of shame. Blah, blahhh, blaahhhhh. I realised that my high pulse rate and the whole almost fainting thing made me look like I had suddenly developed some kinda needle phobia. The midwife thinks I'm probably just anaemic or something, but I think that's kind of weird considering I was far from anaemic a couple of months ago. But yeah, because of this incident I have to have the blood stolen at the hospital in a few days. I hate hospitals and was hoping I could avoid it until the actual birth. >.<
I left the doctorsy place quicker than they would have liked me to and I ended up puking after leaving (I don't remember the last time I had puked when not drunk or hungover). It was horrible.
It was all immensely embarrassing. Made worse by the fact that later on in the day the midwife phoned my grandmother to see if I was ok. I just don't do being all ill and stuff... Especially when other people know about it!
I was fine within a couple of hours. I hope nothing like this happens again. Recently heartburn has kicked in, I keep getting a very achey back and I'm getting really tired a lot. I officially hate being pregnant.
The squigglytiddlypeep is doing hoobacious though. He's still growing exactly the right amount and his heart beat is hoobacious! =D
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