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Last night I got so sick, I dehydrated and had to go to the hospital for fluids. I couldn't walk more than a few steps at a time. I might have stayed at home and toughed it out, but you know, then I started thinking, “Well what if it's not a stomach virus. What if it's an abdominal aortic rupture? Like John Ritter?” Or, “What if it's a heart attack? It can happen at any age.” Because, two of my cousins died in their 30s and 40s from sudden, no-warning, massive heart attacks.
And also I gave myself a mega panic attack. So my cousin Chrissie came over to sit with Callum, and my Mom drove me to the hospital.
I told them about my family history and said that I wanted an EKG and all that. The nurse I spoke to said that it was actually a good idea, given those incidents. It looked fine, and so did all the bloodwork, when it finally came back. Turns out I hurled so much in such a short period of time that I had like, negative amounts of water. So I had to stay and get IV fluids. Which were really cold.
They also gave me an anti nausea medicine, but it didn't work. :/
I got there at 7 ish and was home a little after 11 PM. I was bummed because I missed the season finale of Criminal Minds.
Today I'm about 70%. It's hard chasing CJ all over the place. I hardly got any sleep last night, and neither did he. And neither did my Mom, who slept on my sofa till 5 AM holding CJ, because he wouldn't stop screaming for Mom-Mom. Around 5, I told my Mom I'd take him in my bed and she could go back home. As soon as he was in my bed, he was so excited to see me that he couldn't sleep, and spent the rest of the morning launching himself all over the place, trying to get to sleep, but also stay awake with me. Ugh.
Now I'm just dreading him catching the virus. It seems inevitable. Oh man, it was really bad and I'm worried because he's such a teeny tiny. Well, actually he's huge, but still, he's just a baby and if I dehydrated that quickly, what will happen to him? Now I'm nervous.
One good thing: At least next time I'm panicking over having this disease or that disease or a heart attack or such and such, I can just remind myself of that time I thought I was dying but my EKG and blood work was perfect. Right? Can I keep that in mind, please?
Say, this time last year I had just taken the dogs for a hike through the woods. My back was aching and I was thinking that maybe I'd go to the doctors the next morning at 8, to see if it was possible that I would be in labor soon. Of course, then CJ was born at 7:58 AM, so...
Oh jeez, of course, and he had his first birthday party on Mother's Day. The day was glorious, weather was perfect, family and friends, and he had a wonderful time seeing everyone, opening prezzies, and eating cake. And he looked beautiful in his fresh orchid lei. I'll have to resize some pics and post them once I get a chance.
And also I gave myself a mega panic attack. So my cousin Chrissie came over to sit with Callum, and my Mom drove me to the hospital.
I told them about my family history and said that I wanted an EKG and all that. The nurse I spoke to said that it was actually a good idea, given those incidents. It looked fine, and so did all the bloodwork, when it finally came back. Turns out I hurled so much in such a short period of time that I had like, negative amounts of water. So I had to stay and get IV fluids. Which were really cold.
They also gave me an anti nausea medicine, but it didn't work. :/
I got there at 7 ish and was home a little after 11 PM. I was bummed because I missed the season finale of Criminal Minds.
Today I'm about 70%. It's hard chasing CJ all over the place. I hardly got any sleep last night, and neither did he. And neither did my Mom, who slept on my sofa till 5 AM holding CJ, because he wouldn't stop screaming for Mom-Mom. Around 5, I told my Mom I'd take him in my bed and she could go back home. As soon as he was in my bed, he was so excited to see me that he couldn't sleep, and spent the rest of the morning launching himself all over the place, trying to get to sleep, but also stay awake with me. Ugh.
Now I'm just dreading him catching the virus. It seems inevitable. Oh man, it was really bad and I'm worried because he's such a teeny tiny. Well, actually he's huge, but still, he's just a baby and if I dehydrated that quickly, what will happen to him? Now I'm nervous.
One good thing: At least next time I'm panicking over having this disease or that disease or a heart attack or such and such, I can just remind myself of that time I thought I was dying but my EKG and blood work was perfect. Right? Can I keep that in mind, please?
Say, this time last year I had just taken the dogs for a hike through the woods. My back was aching and I was thinking that maybe I'd go to the doctors the next morning at 8, to see if it was possible that I would be in labor soon. Of course, then CJ was born at 7:58 AM, so...
Oh jeez, of course, and he had his first birthday party on Mother's Day. The day was glorious, weather was perfect, family and friends, and he had a wonderful time seeing everyone, opening prezzies, and eating cake. And he looked beautiful in his fresh orchid lei. I'll have to resize some pics and post them once I get a chance.
