Membrane sweeping is no joke... That shit hurt... I got to talk to a nicer doctor in the practice, and am feeling much better this evening. H gets to start teleworking tomorrow until I have the baby. It's nice that he will be home with me!
Post by ProfessorArtNerd on Jan 9, 2013 20:32:34 GMT -5
I'm having a terrible time kicking the bronchitis I developed on Christmas Day, but I don't want to go to the doctor or the pharmacist because FLUPOCALYPSE!!!
I also had a TERRIBLE morning on the first day of this semester. Today. DH took my car keys to school with him, so I had to drive his shitmobile. I looked like a crazy person hoarder. OMG. I couldn't get anything to print right. Everything was a hassle today!
Even though my doctor ruled out strep, I think I have strep. My throat has progressively gotten worse. Its terrible. Nothing has flavor
H is doing GM training and oh.my.god. it is SO boring. I feel bad for him. Its a lot of shit he already knows how to do, he just has to do this every month.
Post by margotmacomber on Jan 9, 2013 20:51:44 GMT -5
I am so tired. I want to go to bed right now. I'm too tired to even drink anything but water, and that is saying something. Can't go to sleep though because even though I'm tired, my body hates me and will punish me and keep me up for a few more hours.
I am watching stars in danger: high dive (this might be flameful)
What is this?
Different "stars" learn how to dive using Olympic/former Olympic diving coaches. Some of these people are scared of water, have never dived before, etc. so its interesting. Mostly a mix of reality stars
I took two days off work because I wasn't feeling good. I'm all better now and dreading going back tomorrow, I wish I could call in sick for one more day.
I just got home from the hospital now. My dad was still in the ER as of 7:30 this evening. They moved him to a holding area until they find a bed for him in the hospital. We still have no conclusive information about my father's condition whatsoever. The only doctor that would speak to me today told me that the stroke wasn't "his area" because he was a specialist for my father's GERD. Awesome.
The nurses in the holding area are sweet. There are only 4 patients in this area, so he is getting good care. She took my cell phone number and said she'd call me if there were any changes to his condition or if he were being moved. They would not accept the starbucks I brought them. I guess it's weird to bring nurses coffee? (i'm not complaining. i just felt awkward.)
He's stable. Thankfully. They put him on Plavix, so they've obviously done something to treat him. But no one will tell me exactly what he is being treated for, a full on stroke? another TIA?
I'm just so tired. I'm meeting with a patient advocate in the morning. I've had enough of this shit.
I'm a little irritated that I tried to do a nice compliment thread to counteract with the drama and bitchiness, and when I get on here after taking a break there's a dumb AMA from a phantom liar and the jlm thing won't die.