Posts Tagged ‘emergency’
All clear
We have been given the all clear, the grey blob is now a white line (apparently that is good) and we no longer have to make appointments at the hospital which I was growing to really despise. I hated the sitting in the waiting room watching people come and go with babies. I hated being escorted into the little room and having to wait even longer while you could hear people chatting happily outside. I hated the sad looks the doctors would get on their face as they looked at the ultrasound screen and realised they had to deliver bad news. It was all too much and every time I had an appointment my emotional levels were uncontrollable.
Being told that everything was back to normal and we wouldn’t have to come back lifted such a weight. It was like being told that horrible time of my life was now over and I could move on with happier things. I know I will still be affected from time to time by the things that have happened but that knowledge that we could look forward to something other than hospital visits meant the world for me. It was what I had hoped they would say every time I walked through the hospital doors.
In short…I’m happy and I think Ben is too and not just because I won’t have a weekly excuse to play bejewelled blitz on his iPhone.
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It feels a little weird writing “Weekly Review” without putting the number of weeks in brackets after it, but it’s time to move on and get back to living our lives!
So this week we have been back to King Edward Memorial Hospital to have the second ultra-sound scan for the second load of Misoprostol tablets. Just about everything is gone now, only a little bit of dark grey .. on a grey screen .. of grey dots could be seen.
I do have to mention that after being told that it’s not all over, we were pretty disappointed. Yeah, 50% of the women who take it the first time have complete success, and then 50% of those who take it again will not have to come back. Which leaves 25% of the original number of women wondering if they should have just gone for the surgery in the first place or, like us, looking at option two, just let it be for a while. It seems like months ago since New Year’s Eve, it really does. I expect it’s my brains method of healing, but it’s only been two and a half weeks.
On a side note, coming out of the second ultra-sound we learnt two things:
- If you’re making an appointment at the K.E.M.H. E.R. department (and I feel for you if you are) make it for 8:50am
- Ultra-sounds have to be completed by competent technicians (or at least people who are aware of the general structure/location of all the bits they are ultra-sounding) or you might end up with an ultra-sound of your rectum.
Yes. In the words of many women out there: That’s the wrong hole, darlin’.
Thankfully, Emma was saved by a savvy technician who, in exasperation, leapt in at the last moment to make a vital correction. (I wonder if she was a lesbian? I’m a boy, we think these things. Yes, all of us.)
That was the high-light and low-light of the week.
Oh! We’re getting married, but that was last weeks announcement, so I can’t make it again.
So; We’re STILL getting married.
Emma rang me tonight from work, crying. Can I come pick her up, details when I get there.
Zoom!
She’s bleeding a little. What’s a little? What’s a lot? Do I ask? Should I know this? Okay. Hospital. Right.
At the second hospital (one for girls only) we got smuggled in to the back room where various check-up type questions and tests were performed; including the dreaded Pap Smear. We are currently waiting for a qualified person to wave the magical ultra-sound wand.
I still have roof tiles stacked on the roof. It’s not going to rain. It doesn’t matter anyway.
We are in the clear so far. It’s good.
