My husband is posting this entry, which I have dictated, for me because I am unable to see straight let alone look at a computer screen.
I’ve been to the hospital and back, but no baby yet. I woke up Sunday morning, so dizzy that I couldn’t get out of bed on my own. By the time we made it to the bathroom, I barfed all over. After a couple more hours of dizziness and puking, I called the doctor and he sent us to the hospital for fear of dehydration or preeclampsia. We thought we’d be there for a couple of hours to get hydrated, but after two IV bags, the dizziness and vomiting had not subsided. Since my vitals were all fine, they weren’t really sure what was wrong with me, so I had to stay the night.
The next morning, after a sleepless night of being hooked on monitors and having my blood pressure taken as soon as I managed to fall asleep, there was still no change in my condition. The doctor then ordered a CAT scan to rule out tumors, strokes or seizures. The hour to and from the radiation floor, was the worst in my life to date. I immediately started vomiting as soon the wheel chair transporting me started to move. It didn’t help that the lab technician sent up to fetch me also had a vomit phobia and bolted as soon as the retching began. She hurriedly took off to find a nurse, leaving me gagging alone in the hallway. As I listen to the nurses debate whether or not I could make to the lab, one of the many random strangers passing me in the hallway, decided to stop and offer me a wet washcloth. Finally, a new nurse arrived to take me the rest of the way down. I made it through the CAT scan and back to the wheelchair before I started barfing again.
By the time I got back to my room, they had tried three different kinds of anti-nausea medicine through my IV. The Dramamine finally seemed to help and I mercifully fell asleep. A few hours later, the results of the scan came back normal, which was a relief. I had been lying there imagining scenarios in which I was dying of brain cancer or other rare diseases. When the doctor came back, he said his best guess was that I am suffering from a virus of the inner-ear. Apparently there is nothing they can really do to treat an inner-ear infection other than, ha ha, bedrest. So he said I could go home as soon as I was able to hold down some solid food. I was determined to make it home that night, so through a great effort of sheer willpower, I managed to survive getting dressed and being wheeled down to the lobby without yakking once.
The next day was mostly a blur of sleeping and of course the ever present dizziness, every time I tried to so much as move my head. So far, my condition has not much improved, I’ve managed to keep down a little solid food since I moved home, but not much. The doctor said my condition should improve soon otherwise we’ll have to do more tests.
So please keep your fingers crossed for me and the baby, that I can recover from whatever I have before it’s time to deliver.
P.S. Thanks to Swistle for posting about my current situation. When I can type this myself, I’ll try to give a better account of the story.