Friday, 29 August 2014

The emergency...

Yeah so this happened last night. And by last night I mean 3.30 this frickin' panicking morning. 

I'd been to the doctor earlier in the day for some chest ache. She listened to my chest and then gave me a very serious talk about how pregnancy affects asthma and she really gave it her all. So much so that I didn't have the heart to tell her I'd already seen a consultant and he was happy about my current preggo asthma sitch.

So naturally I left the doctors thinking that she was wrong and in a fairly calm way, diagnosed myself with a virus. After all I also had a sore throat and headache too. You know, virussy things.

I wish I could tell you where this calm went during 3.15 and 3.30am when I found myself putting serious thought into answering all the questions of the health checker... What I can tell you though was that it was boredom that lead me here - being kept awake by my new pals heartburn and side ache (from all the side sleeping obvs DO NOT SLEEP ON YOUR BACK YOU TERRIBLE PERSON) lead me to believe that perhaps the real answer to my chest pain could be found on the internet. Which then advised me to call 999 immediately. Every hypochondriacs dream.

It's ok though. I managed to keep everything in check and not dial an ambulance for the chest pains the doctor had told me were normal earlier in the day. I'm an inspiration I know!

Tuesday, 19 August 2014

The ongoing asthma saga (pt 2)

Daily Mail: Three out of four asthma sufferers risk fatal attack because they wrongly believe their asthma is under control.

Just some fuel for a Tuesday afternoon. Eeek!

Read the full and terrifying story here..

Wednesday, 13 August 2014

A little drinky

I can't wait to meet our little bundle of joy. I'm overwhelmed sometimes about how much I already love her when I haven't even met her. So overwhelmed in fact that I could burst into tears just thinking about what she looks and smells like.

But I'm also really excited about something else... something called Pinot Grigio. Over the last five months I've forgotten what it tastes like and I have to admit I'm excited about having a little glass of ice cold blush. This has lead to a new hatred of preggos who say "Oh I don't miss it, I have other things to think about" while patting their round tum with a smug look on their freshly make-upped 'my-morning-sickness-stopped-at-12-weeks-like-they-said-it would' faces. 

All I have to say to this is eff you. Lying bastards. 

PS: I'm not an alcoholic. I prom. Although I will just do some Googling to make sure...

Friday, 8 August 2014

The blood clot

After some serious panicking, surprisingly minimal Googling and a bit of reality checking/patient investigative work from my fiancĂ©, turns out there is another name for this... 

'The forearm handbag pinch.' 

Helpful sharing of a diagnosis I know, thank me later!

Friday, 1 August 2014

Casual bipolar

I will start by letting you all know that I'm even in a mood writing this. For not particular reason, I just am. And here's some other things that have happened recently that point towards a diagnosis of Bipolar... 

This episode started with me just eating some cereal. Nothing else. Nothing else really going on around me. And then out of nowhere, I'm crying my eyes out. I'm sobbing. So much so that I can't eat my cereal which upsets me even more because, as I wail at my poor fiance, "I JUST WANT TO EAT MY CEREALLLLL".

Ibiza. The Ibiza day. On a lovely trip to have some lunch, again with my poor fiance, I had a sudden realisation that I've never been to Ibiza and wondered in a panic if I would ever be able to live out the dream I had as an 18 year old girl dancing to some serious bass on the White Isle. The laughter that came in response to these fears added to my panic. So did the "do you think you're going to want to do that?" line of questioning and so I had a little cry in Maidenhead Costa.

Homeless people. You know everyone shares and posts those stupid videos on Facebook? Well I watched one called 'Make the Homeless smile' about these two guys who spend the day going around New York and giving all the homeless people water and fruit. And it made me have a little tear up in the office. So when I got home I showed it to Gareth and it had no effect at all. Not on him, but on me. It was as if I'd watched it as two different people... terrifying I know. 

I don't want to see this. There's a very handy little button you can use on status updates, photos, videos and anything else on your Facebook news feed that hides things. This is now my most used feature of Facebook. It seriously upsets me when people post things of maggots in places they shouldn't be and other disgusting things. Oh and people on holiday. On a beach. IN IBIZA. I don't want to see this :(

Wine. Anyone who knows me knew instantly that I was pregnant because lets just say... I love the booze. I'm not talking Carnage Magaluf style, but a shared bottle or two of gin, just kidding wine, a week works very nicely to ease the general stresses of everyday life. You'd think five months down the line things would be easier. But no. This caused me to have a little meltdown when I convinced myself last week that I would feel better about my leg cramps if I could just have a wine. No logic here. And no wine either. Just sober tears.  

Sooooo, I know these are normal hormone induced pregnancy moods but just let me have this one ok.

And also a big thanks to my wonderful fiance who puts up with all of this and the general hypochondria. 

On a serious note, if you do have bipolar and want support/advice there's a charity who can help here. 

Thursday, 24 July 2014

The squashed aorta

The squashed aorta

Something happened the other night. I went to bed and found myself about as comfortable as someone trying to get to sleep on a small melon. Over the course of a couple of days, my bit-squishy is-she-isn't-she tum had turned into a proper bump.

Now I don't know if anyone has ever done this, but trying to get to sleep on a melon just doesn't really work. So the sensible thing to do is to sleep on your back - that way the melon doesn't feel hard and uncomfortable beneath you and you're not trying to work around it on your sides. Not hugely comfortable but also not not life threatening...or so you would think....

Google tells me that for the last week not only have I been restricting the blood flow to my aorta and vena cava which are major blood vessels (christ!), but I've also been damaging my spine, not breathing properly, not letting my digestive system work as it should and lowering my blood pressure.

I have been feeling dizzy too which I immediately put together with the low blood pressure and give myself another gold star for my outstanding medical knowledge. So the fix for this? SOS - sleep on side. Or 'The bump friendly position' if you add some strategically placed pillows. What a relief there is a cure for my squashed aorta and uncomfortableness. PHEW. 

And a plus of this, if I sleep on my left side the baby gets more blood and nutrients. Yum! 

ps: to all those 'oh you just wait if you think the small melon is bad' people - pt. 2 of things that annoy me coming soon ;)