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Bits and pieces

25 Apr

I’m a little all over the place right now.  Please forgive me.  I’m craving a chocolate malt made with high quality ice cream and I’m only finally breaking radio silence to hopefully distract myself.

I felt I had made so much progress to get back on track with my numbers, but it’s so easy to slip.  Last week not so good.  I missed at least two doses of my NPH, left my meter at home one day and missed nearly a whole day of testing and the corresponding bolus insulin, didn’t do a lick of physical activity outside of walking to and from my car…

I hate myself for letting myself and the little one down.  I hate that I know that the MFM doctor isn’t going to be encouraging, only stern… I hate that when I’m feeling down, I only want to indulge some more… which leads us right back into the ugly cycle.  Like a whirlpool, I get sucked in and down, down, down.

I can’t bottom out though.  I have lil Salty to think about.

Oh little creature of gentle nudges, random cases hiccups, rolling position changes and relentless bed-time Jazzercize, I love you.  You are so precious to me.  I’m going to work to be the best mom I can be, which means being the healthiest I can be.  I promise.

Blood pressure has been up a bit and I’ve noticed “significant” swelling in my feet.  I hadn’t noticed anything major until this last weekend.  Friday at Dr. V’s office, my BP was 113/60.  Not bad.  I hadn’t noticed any swelling, but she did remark, oh look at your little feet! And then I noticed that yes, my flintstone feet were looking a bit more vienna sausage than usual.  Hrmm… THEN all weekend, they did swell.  Probably a bit because I was sedentary.  It happens… so this morning at Dr. McMFM’s my BP was 130/66 and my feet, while not as badly swollen as they had been, had no defined ankle.  I ask her about it and she said that 1) I had no protein in my urine (thank the heavens!), and 2) my BP is always around that number when they record it at that  office… Um what?  It’s usually around 115-120, at least since my sugars have been in better control and I quit my second job… I suspect it’s the White Coat Syndrome and my distrust of that office that might be a factor… but I’m still concerned.

So yeah, I was totally at the MFM’s today… after an appointment only just Friday with the OB.  Yes.  It’s happening.  I get to do Non-Stress Tests with them both.  As in twice a week.  Dr. V brought it up at my appointment with her last Friday… apparently in the transfer of my file or whatever communication they have between offices, Dr. McMFM said that she wants me doing NSTs at her office, too… as in, I should do them twice a week.  Immediately.  SUUUUUUUUUCK!  You know it’s fishy when your own doctor is trying to explain that she wants you to just go with it and then goes to say, “I don’t know, maybe it’s the money…”  WHAT?  Not exactly reassuring, Dr. V.

Also, these Non-stress tests are totally stressful.  Possibly contributing to why my BP was up a bit this morning.  I may have mentioned that Dr. McMFM’s office has these horrible recliners that they use instead of the standard exam “table”… they’re weird.  And for a person who is under 5 foot, it’s nigh impossible to get comfortable.  I spent about 40 minutes while they tried to get baby “on” where I couldn’t breathe fully because my neck was thrust forward and my boobs were choking me to death.   Finally a nurse had the idea to have me sit up.

Also, Salty!Baby is a night owl.  She seems to be most energetic when I’m trying to sleep… at night.  Not at 8:30 a.m.  So they had to “buzz” her awake and made me drink two cups of cold water while trying to maintain my supine position (seriously, get some straws).  Well, then she’s awake… and wants to party.  They couldn’t maintain her heart rate on the monitor because she kept evading the monitor.  *sigh*  I was hooked up for over an hour before they could get a good tracing on her.  Sad thing was, Cindy even straight up said that baby was looking good, but it didn’t count until they could clearly read that on the monitor.  *facepalm*  Machines are only half of medicine.

Note to self: MFM visits correlate with whirlpools of self-loathing and neglect… remember to seek out another MFM for future pregnancies and to send critical letter via registered mail postpartum.

Yesterday’s Doctor’s Visits

19 Jan

I’m sure that I mentioned that I had not one, but TWO doctor’s visits scheduled yesterday.  I had an appointment scheduled at Dr. V’s downtown office and an appointment scheduled with Dr. Endocrine’s FNP, Jennifer.  I made crazy stupid plans to work 7-9 a.m. and then if I could finish up early enough at the endocrine clinic, I’d return for a 4-6 p.m. stint.  Oh Salty! You are so cute sometimes – look at you planning stuff!

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