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Started Thursday with some nausea, I sipped Buffalo rock to no avail so I called my OB and asked if she could call me in some nausea meds, she did (Zofran). I took it and it would sometimes help and not for very long. I felt bad all day Friday and woke up that day with the biginnings of a migraine, I popped a couple of Tylenol.
Went to my dad's on Saturday, feeling bad, my 16 year old daughter was there (We are already at odds, she put something on Facebook directed at me on how I am never there for her.. I fussed back saying that I don't know if she even wants me around, she only calls when she wants something and when I call or text her, I get one word answers and plus she lives 3 hours away in the middle of no fucking where). She's upset on how I'm not keeping the baby, so it was a kind of tense Christmas Eve.
We got home Christmas Eve around 6:30, I had to have ex husband pull over on the way home so I could vomit, the mild headache developed into a full blown one in a couple of hours and I sat home in misery trying to keep down 7-Up and ginger tea. At around 4:30 AM Christmas Day, and I am in misery, I can't take it any longer, my head feels like it's going to explode and I swear the next time I vomit my stomach is going to come out. I called my OB to ask her what I should do, she told me to go to the ER, she'd call them and give them some orders. It's 4;30 AM, I didn't want to wake ex up for this and the adoptive parents are out of town, and I figure they are going to give me something to make me sleepy, I figured I could drive there and take a cab home, so I called up the local cab company to ask if they were running today and they were. I'm feeling rather anxious, so I strap my dog in her Service Dog harness with her laminated ID, grabs her papers and off we go.
Most people won't question my dog Bella, some people will remark on how they didn't think Dachshunds could be service animals, I say they can be for mental disabilites. I get to the ER, get checked in, there are some nurses who have been there since I can remember, they know me and Bella. A nurse who I have never seen before looks at Bella and says "You can't bring that dog in here!" one of the veteren nurses tells her "It's ok, she's a service animal." snotty nurse says "No! Dachshunds can't be service dogs!" veteren nurse says "Yes they can for mental disabilities." snotty nurse "Well, she's not very composed."... Ok, I will give her that, Bella gets a bit excited when I take her places, but it's not like she's hyper, nor does she growl or bite, she's just not a trained physical disability dog.
I get to the room, the ER doc comes right in, tells me what my OB has ordered which is IV fluids, IV Phenergan (nausea med) and a IM pain shot, I made sure it pain med wasn't going to be a huge dose and it's what they give to women in labor.. I've had it before for migraines, it knocks me the F out. I got the fluids, meds and as they were taking out in IV, I called the cab.
The cab, got there quick, he threw Bella a dirty look as I got in the car. The guy driver was in a very pissy mood! I mean I know it sucks to work on Christmas, but giving me short, curt answers when I tried to converse with him was just kinda rude. He drummed his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel at lights, scoffed every time the phone rang. I mean, he was driving me home from the ER, I can't have been having a very good day myself. Get to my place and he barks "20$" at me.. I handed him 30$, he didn't even thank me.. I regret to big tip now.
I go to bed and wake up around 3 PM, Christmas day. I am starving! I also need to grocery shop as I found not much of anything to eat.. I had a jar of pasta sauce, stale bread a box of rice a roni, butt load of dessert stuff and not much else. Ex is watching TV, so I asked if he was hungry, he said yes so I said let's go to IHOP and to the movies as he theater is right behind IHOP (Yeah, I know.. But it's one of the few traditions I keep, going to the movies on Christmas). IHOP was closed, they were open last year, ok it sucked cuz I really wanted some pancakes but oh well, across the highway is a Waffle Hut and a Knockers that are open. "Oh! Let's go to Knockers!" I say.
We get there, get seated, I ordered some loaded tater tots. There is a TV right above our table on a sports chanel, I politely ask if I could change it as the other 15 TV were also on sports chanels, the server said yes, so I chose the first thing I thought would be ok for everyone which was "A Christmas Story", kids at a near table were happy, their parents were happy, everybody was happy.. Until....
(Now, I am only mentioning her size and asthetic quailty to maybe show where some of her attitude came from) A women and her husband and 2 teen aged boys came in, the woman being large and not all that attractive. The minute she walked in the door she started bitching "Look at these waitresses uniforms! Those shorts barely cover their asses! And their tits hanging out! And that ones stomach isn't even covered up!", the husband said they can go to Waffle Hut if she would rather "No! They are crowded." woman says. They get seated near us, the woman bitching the whole time, about the menu, about the young children eating at a place like this, about my choice to TV chanel.
Now, I am missing the middle molars one the top and bottom of my right side and bottom on my left, I can't always chew with my mouth closed.. But I do tilt my head down and hold my hand in front of my mouth. I'm eating the tater tots, head down, mouth covered, bitch finds this very offensive "Ugh! Can't she chew with her mouth closed!" she said loud enough for me to hear. She bitched and bitched and bitched. When we were leaving, she muttered something about my choice of clothes and that I was wearing flip flops, the young kids had gone so I turned to that woman and loudly said "What did you have for breakfast? Carnation Instant Bitch?" and I walked away.
We went and saw Sherlock Holmes, it was pretty good.
Went to my dad's on Saturday, feeling bad, my 16 year old daughter was there (We are already at odds, she put something on Facebook directed at me on how I am never there for her.. I fussed back saying that I don't know if she even wants me around, she only calls when she wants something and when I call or text her, I get one word answers and plus she lives 3 hours away in the middle of no fucking where). She's upset on how I'm not keeping the baby, so it was a kind of tense Christmas Eve.
We got home Christmas Eve around 6:30, I had to have ex husband pull over on the way home so I could vomit, the mild headache developed into a full blown one in a couple of hours and I sat home in misery trying to keep down 7-Up and ginger tea. At around 4:30 AM Christmas Day, and I am in misery, I can't take it any longer, my head feels like it's going to explode and I swear the next time I vomit my stomach is going to come out. I called my OB to ask her what I should do, she told me to go to the ER, she'd call them and give them some orders. It's 4;30 AM, I didn't want to wake ex up for this and the adoptive parents are out of town, and I figure they are going to give me something to make me sleepy, I figured I could drive there and take a cab home, so I called up the local cab company to ask if they were running today and they were. I'm feeling rather anxious, so I strap my dog in her Service Dog harness with her laminated ID, grabs her papers and off we go.
Most people won't question my dog Bella, some people will remark on how they didn't think Dachshunds could be service animals, I say they can be for mental disabilites. I get to the ER, get checked in, there are some nurses who have been there since I can remember, they know me and Bella. A nurse who I have never seen before looks at Bella and says "You can't bring that dog in here!" one of the veteren nurses tells her "It's ok, she's a service animal." snotty nurse says "No! Dachshunds can't be service dogs!" veteren nurse says "Yes they can for mental disabilities." snotty nurse "Well, she's not very composed."... Ok, I will give her that, Bella gets a bit excited when I take her places, but it's not like she's hyper, nor does she growl or bite, she's just not a trained physical disability dog.
I get to the room, the ER doc comes right in, tells me what my OB has ordered which is IV fluids, IV Phenergan (nausea med) and a IM pain shot, I made sure it pain med wasn't going to be a huge dose and it's what they give to women in labor.. I've had it before for migraines, it knocks me the F out. I got the fluids, meds and as they were taking out in IV, I called the cab.
The cab, got there quick, he threw Bella a dirty look as I got in the car. The guy driver was in a very pissy mood! I mean I know it sucks to work on Christmas, but giving me short, curt answers when I tried to converse with him was just kinda rude. He drummed his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel at lights, scoffed every time the phone rang. I mean, he was driving me home from the ER, I can't have been having a very good day myself. Get to my place and he barks "20$" at me.. I handed him 30$, he didn't even thank me.. I regret to big tip now.
I go to bed and wake up around 3 PM, Christmas day. I am starving! I also need to grocery shop as I found not much of anything to eat.. I had a jar of pasta sauce, stale bread a box of rice a roni, butt load of dessert stuff and not much else. Ex is watching TV, so I asked if he was hungry, he said yes so I said let's go to IHOP and to the movies as he theater is right behind IHOP (Yeah, I know.. But it's one of the few traditions I keep, going to the movies on Christmas). IHOP was closed, they were open last year, ok it sucked cuz I really wanted some pancakes but oh well, across the highway is a Waffle Hut and a Knockers that are open. "Oh! Let's go to Knockers!" I say.
We get there, get seated, I ordered some loaded tater tots. There is a TV right above our table on a sports chanel, I politely ask if I could change it as the other 15 TV were also on sports chanels, the server said yes, so I chose the first thing I thought would be ok for everyone which was "A Christmas Story", kids at a near table were happy, their parents were happy, everybody was happy.. Until....
(Now, I am only mentioning her size and asthetic quailty to maybe show where some of her attitude came from) A women and her husband and 2 teen aged boys came in, the woman being large and not all that attractive. The minute she walked in the door she started bitching "Look at these waitresses uniforms! Those shorts barely cover their asses! And their tits hanging out! And that ones stomach isn't even covered up!", the husband said they can go to Waffle Hut if she would rather "No! They are crowded." woman says. They get seated near us, the woman bitching the whole time, about the menu, about the young children eating at a place like this, about my choice to TV chanel.
Now, I am missing the middle molars one the top and bottom of my right side and bottom on my left, I can't always chew with my mouth closed.. But I do tilt my head down and hold my hand in front of my mouth. I'm eating the tater tots, head down, mouth covered, bitch finds this very offensive "Ugh! Can't she chew with her mouth closed!" she said loud enough for me to hear. She bitched and bitched and bitched. When we were leaving, she muttered something about my choice of clothes and that I was wearing flip flops, the young kids had gone so I turned to that woman and loudly said "What did you have for breakfast? Carnation Instant Bitch?" and I walked away.
We went and saw Sherlock Holmes, it was pretty good.
I had hyperemesis through all 3 pregnancies and the first two they gave me Zofran which only made me not vomit everytime I smelled food, I was still sick at least a dozen times a day and could not keep anything down. Hospitalized several times during each pregnancy because I could not even keep water down. Then with my 3rd I got a new midwife through a completely different doctors office (the last office made me kind of mad when the midwife could not make it so the doctor came, and he left me hanging on the squat bar and said he would not deliver the baby if I did not lay down on my back and then I had problems pushing, yeah) Anyway, the last midwife recommended taking benedryl with the zofran. They are in two different classes so they can be taken together but benedryl also has anti nausea properties or something like that. Bless her, I could drink water and broth as long as I did it no later then an hour after I took my meds but still could not keep down solid food.
Gah!
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