Sleep barely happened. Migraine stayed. On the pain scale, I left for work at about a 6, having thrown up multiple times already. We were off the phones first part of the shift, me still vomiting. Got on the phones, and within 5 minutes being in front of the computer with a headset on I was vomiting fluids into the trash every few minutes. After half an hour I had to get someone to take over my call.
I called the on-call OB number, and no surprise, was told to go to the ER. I had to wait for Hubby, so I just curled up in a bathroom stall. Finally got to the ER, waited an hour for a bed, and then about 90 more minutes for actual meds. Morphine, the usual. But this time all it did was make me loopy, migraine be damned.
I pretty much told them that I wasn't going anywhere without a plan, so they admitted me, and I think I had a room around 8:30.
No more pain meds, just fluids. NPO, meaning no food or water. I had to fight until the middle of the night for ice chips. I saw umpteen doctors, and bonus: Hubby saw Cricket in the ER and they checked her hb again on the floor, right where I said she would be, way on the left. (Oh! Are you feeling movement? No, I have bursitis in my left hip, so I know when she's over there.)
So, umpteen doctors and almost no sleep. I did see the neurologist (Dr. Head from now on) who I am supposed to see Thursday. He double-checked my bloodwork (and man i have some awesome bruises from all the needles), and I know the following: NOT dehydrated, all vitamin levels he wanted checked (B12, iron, Vitamin D) perfectly normal. That basically killed all of his theories. He is waiting for the results to be sent over from the CT I had in February. At least I am pretty sure I had one then...I had a concussion at the time, so the memory is a little fuzzy.
Migraine has stayed at a 6-10 consistently since Saturday night. I was released yesterday around 4 because, well, they can't do a DAMN thing for me. All meds are unsafe for Cricket. My Zo.loft is being upped because it MAY help.
Here is the kicker. I cannot return to work, indefinitely. We are starting with 2 weeks off and seeing if I improve. One of the doctors said there is a chance I may be out for the duration...
I cried. Now, I don't like my job, not even remotely, but we can't have me unpaid. I am essentially out of FMLA. I will be talking to HR and the leave administrators today, hoping I can draw disability, though if memory serves correctly, there is a 1 week hold time.
So, while it's not bed rest, given that I can barely move without triggering a spike in the gremlin in my head, it might as well be. My DH has banned me from cleaning, cooking, etc, for AT LEAST the next 2 weeks.
I spent how much time hoping to be pregnant??? I always thought I would be all happy and glowy, and instead I am so sick I can't work. To say I am upset and frustrated and scared is an understatement. The only good part is that Cricket is doing well, and I really can't ask for more, right?
OB today, Dr. Head Thursday. I will let you know what is next in the lineup.
Oh, and for those of you wondering, the thing near my belly button in the pic the other day is the injection site for Pancho, and his tubing.
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