We closed on our new house on Friday--we finally have a home! I will post pictures soon. We are in Corinth this weekend getting the last few things together. I'm going back tonight, but Vic will stay here until tomorrow so that he can be here when the movers load us. They are delivering everything on Tuesday-yeah!!!
In other news, I'm 1 million times better. I feel super and even better, no more tampons!
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Update: Went to the Dr. yesterday morning. They admitted me into the hospital and did a D & C. Got home about 9 or so last night. I already feel a million times better and I'm just barely spotting. Plus I have good prescription drugs. There is FINALLY a light at the end of the tunnel. Worst part: I was SO dehydrated that 3 different people tried to get blood from me before they got it AND 2 people tried to get the IV started. They dug in both hands. I cried and cried and was really embarrassed. It was so pathetic that Vic even teared up...which made us both laugh.
Going back to bed...it's manditory nap time.
Going back to bed...it's manditory nap time.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
***Rather graphic post. Consider yourself warned.***
So before there can be any Vamanda's running around, I HAVE to stop bleeding! I am damning Eve for that bite of apple. Aunt Flo showed up on June 15 and she refuses to leave. The Dr. in Amarillo that did indeed say that he would help me get prego, gave me a high does of progesterone for 8 days to try to stop the insane bleeding. On days 7 and 8, I was pretty much down to spotting--yeah! THEN, like all things that seem too good to be true, Sunday I started cramping and bleeding more heavy-like. Monday it was worse. Tuesday, I was going through a super tampon in about 30 minutes. So I called Vic to bring me pads--something I've NEVER worn--but I had to work. By 10 a.m., 2 hours after school started, I had been in the bathroom 4 times, and had still gone through a super pad & cork & pants & shirt...I was cramping so bad I was yacking. I went home. I called the Dr., his nurse said that they forgot to tell me that this would likely happen. The progesterone mimicked ovulation, and when I stopped taking it, a "true" period began and that the bad part shouldn't last more than 48-72 hours, and then it would taper off and ideally be gone for another 28 days.
So this morning, I thought I was somewhat better. I got up, took a shower, the usual. I remember putting on deodorant in the bathroom/bedroom. Next thing I know, I'm laid out in the living room floor, in the dark, naked, and crying. I have NO memory of how I got there. Vic said that I took off out of the room and the next thing he knew there was a thud and crying. It was so weird. SO again, I didn't work. I am bleeding profusely, cramping horribly, and passing out.
Tomorrow I'm working even if Vic has to tie me up right to my chair and I have to sit on towels and wear Depends.
SO yeah, that's mostly why I haven't blogged. Because the only thing going on is extremely gross. But if the good Doc is correct, this will be gone soon and I will feel like thinking about something else. If not, I may go postal.
Damn Eve.
So before there can be any Vamanda's running around, I HAVE to stop bleeding! I am damning Eve for that bite of apple. Aunt Flo showed up on June 15 and she refuses to leave. The Dr. in Amarillo that did indeed say that he would help me get prego, gave me a high does of progesterone for 8 days to try to stop the insane bleeding. On days 7 and 8, I was pretty much down to spotting--yeah! THEN, like all things that seem too good to be true, Sunday I started cramping and bleeding more heavy-like. Monday it was worse. Tuesday, I was going through a super tampon in about 30 minutes. So I called Vic to bring me pads--something I've NEVER worn--but I had to work. By 10 a.m., 2 hours after school started, I had been in the bathroom 4 times, and had still gone through a super pad & cork & pants & shirt...I was cramping so bad I was yacking. I went home. I called the Dr., his nurse said that they forgot to tell me that this would likely happen. The progesterone mimicked ovulation, and when I stopped taking it, a "true" period began and that the bad part shouldn't last more than 48-72 hours, and then it would taper off and ideally be gone for another 28 days.
So this morning, I thought I was somewhat better. I got up, took a shower, the usual. I remember putting on deodorant in the bathroom/bedroom. Next thing I know, I'm laid out in the living room floor, in the dark, naked, and crying. I have NO memory of how I got there. Vic said that I took off out of the room and the next thing he knew there was a thud and crying. It was so weird. SO again, I didn't work. I am bleeding profusely, cramping horribly, and passing out.
Tomorrow I'm working even if Vic has to tie me up right to my chair and I have to sit on towels and wear Depends.
SO yeah, that's mostly why I haven't blogged. Because the only thing going on is extremely gross. But if the good Doc is correct, this will be gone soon and I will feel like thinking about something else. If not, I may go postal.
Damn Eve.
