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Feb. 6th, 2013 01:03 pmI like my high risk guy and his cohort. I don't care for the battleaxe nurse that was snottily telling me at first to use GINGER GRAVOL!!!! ( she pushes it so much she's gotta be getting kickbacks) and I'm vomiting 6-10x a day and ginger ain't even gonna cut it, tootsiepop.
So I lost a snotload of weight and they were "concerned" last time, and then I lose a bit more, albeit slower, and they FLIP this time, and she tells me I just gotta force myself to eat.
On what planet does that make any sense, hey nausea ridden girl, FORCE YOURSELF like a foie gras duck.
So I got bounced to a nutritionist who told me nothing really new. "gotta get calories" and a token appt with a counsellor because I'm depressed...BECAUSE I'm SICK!!!!
and blood work and the heartbeat's just dandy so the creature's happy but I'm not.
Life as usual.
I did complain to the doc that the nurse was rather dismissive and rude, so while I'm stuck with her maybe they'll hint, don't offer the hyperemesis girl crackers and ginger, its just inconsiderate.
its called "crackering." bitch does it to me every time.
Anyway. Half way through this gadawful mess. HALF WAY. Someone left in tears and I was glad for once it wasn't me. this is hell, I don't like any of it, but it's at least the last time and we have a live creature.
Now, I'm gonna go sleep, and then do some writing later. Its been a long morning.
( Oh and this mama to be bought sawblades. Because she has a piece of acrylic to make a hydraulic press die and acrylic's a bitch. You didn't think I was gonna be a sweater set and pearls mummy, did you? HELL. No. I'm eying some red and black docs with a skully brocade pattern. If I'm well enough this weekend, I think they need to be mine.)
So I lost a snotload of weight and they were "concerned" last time, and then I lose a bit more, albeit slower, and they FLIP this time, and she tells me I just gotta force myself to eat.
On what planet does that make any sense, hey nausea ridden girl, FORCE YOURSELF like a foie gras duck.
So I got bounced to a nutritionist who told me nothing really new. "gotta get calories" and a token appt with a counsellor because I'm depressed...BECAUSE I'm SICK!!!!
and blood work and the heartbeat's just dandy so the creature's happy but I'm not.
Life as usual.
I did complain to the doc that the nurse was rather dismissive and rude, so while I'm stuck with her maybe they'll hint, don't offer the hyperemesis girl crackers and ginger, its just inconsiderate.
its called "crackering." bitch does it to me every time.
Anyway. Half way through this gadawful mess. HALF WAY. Someone left in tears and I was glad for once it wasn't me. this is hell, I don't like any of it, but it's at least the last time and we have a live creature.
Now, I'm gonna go sleep, and then do some writing later. Its been a long morning.
( Oh and this mama to be bought sawblades. Because she has a piece of acrylic to make a hydraulic press die and acrylic's a bitch. You didn't think I was gonna be a sweater set and pearls mummy, did you? HELL. No. I'm eying some red and black docs with a skully brocade pattern. If I'm well enough this weekend, I think they need to be mine.)
