Down with the Sickness

Alright, so I have always hated people who come to work knowing that they are sick.  Hacking up a lung and sneezing on everything in the office.  They try to be rock stars. But in actuality, they are ASSHOLES.  Maybe they love work too much.  Work might be their escape from home.  Maybe they don’t want to waste their sick days on actually being sick in bed.  Saving them for a beach day.  Who knows.  Either way – screw them all.

I am sick again.  This is probably the 4th or 5th time this winter so far.  AND I AM PISSED.  It’s like I’m on two weeks/ off two weeks.  I know my immune system is shot from being pregnant, but COME ON.  I wash my hands and use sanitizer often.  I try to get as much sleep as possible and even nap on the weekends.  I eat good (mostly).  I take vitamins.  I diffuse thieves and purification at home (my husband is now more convinced than ever that oils/ “potions” are a joke, since our sicknesses have not been subsiding).  What the hell else am I supposed to do?  ::sidenote::  elderberry juice is next on my list of things to try to keep my immunity up.  If you’ve tried it/ use it, please let me know your thoughts.

The thing that really pisses me off is that these people who come to work sick and hacking up a lung actually have sick/ vacation days that they can use.  But they choose not to.  Because they want to infect everyone.  And they are not pregnant. And they don’t have young kids to worry about.

I am in a position where my employer does NOT offer paid maternity leave.  I get the 12 weeks of unpaid FMLA so that they have to hold my job, but that is all.  Therefore, I have to save every last sick/ vacation day that I can so that I can use all of it during the first few weeks of maternity leave so I can get paid SOMETHING.  And then, when I do go back to work after my 12 week “vacation”, I will have little to no sick/ vacation time left.  But never fear, kids under the age of 3 never get sick, right?   So I won’t need that time.  I’m sure my husband will be cool with taking a day off here and there to take the kids to the doctor or whatever.  NOT.  So I try to be here even when I am sick, because I don’t want to can’t waste my days (for a good enough reason).

And my final rant about health issues:  Urgent Care VS seeing your actual doctor.  My husband finally admitted defeat and asked me to make him a doctor’s appointment with his doctor.  He has had a cold on and off for about two months now.  He did go to urgent care about a month ago, and the nurse practitioner put him on the same antibiotic that my daughter was on for her ear infection.  I should have told him up front to ask for a z-pac instead of amox.  But then he would have called me a druggie.

Fast forward to last week, when he complains that he still has this lingering sore throat.  I’ll save my “man sick vs. woman sick” for another day.  But in this case, I told him he needs to make an appointment with his real doctor.  So today, he must have been annoyed enough with his throat to ask me to call for him.

Today is Tuesday, January 24.  The earliest they have to see even a NURSE PRACTITIONER available for a sick appointment at his doctor’s office is Thursday, February 2.  WHAT THE FUCK?  What is the point?  That must be why we are surrounded by so many urgent care facilities that are collecting tons of money and misdiagnosing half of the time.  Because it’s easier, more convenient, and they will even have the medicine you need on hand there so you won’t even have to wait for over an hour at shitty Osco (another post for this too at a later date).  It sickens me.  Don’t most doctor’s offices try to keep daily appointments open for those who are sick?  I know Kenzie’s pediatrician does, which gives me tremendous piece of mind knowing that I can take the morning off and will be able to get in that same day, and possibly be able to return to work for the afternoon depending on her diagnosis.  I just think it’s shitty, and it gives my husband one more reason to not want to schedule visits in the future – guaranteed this will be on his list of excuses “they won’t be able to get me in for weeks”

Needless to say, I will be on the look out for a new family practice doctor for both of us in the near future.  I am lucky, since I see my OB every week.  If I have a problem or sinus infection or flu, she will address it and prescribe medicine if necessary instead of telling me to go to another doctor or urgent care.  But that convenience will go away once I have the baby, of course, other than my annual and follow ups.

End rant.  Sorry guys 🙂

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Glucose Test FAIL.

I figured I would be better off typing this out while everything is still fresh in my mind.

First off, today started out good.  I woke up right at my alarm, at 6 a.m. which reminds me how I could never work another job requiring me to wake up before the sun rises…but in this case, I was ready to go.  My appointment was scheduled for 7 a.m.   I showered, got dressed, and took my anti-nausea medicine with some water, per my doctor’s instructions.  I was also told to fast for 10 hours before the test.  Not easy for me since I eat little things ALL THE TIME.  But, I managed.

Driving along…driving along…I told Mike he didn’t need to go with me to this test.  I brought some work-related items with me to go through while I waited.  No traffic, good music, good moods, sun was out, snow was melting.  Created a Nick Drake station on Pandora.  Good vibes.

Got to the diagnostic center right before 7.  Signed in with the registration lady and waited a few minutes before Lynn, the nicest phlebotomist ever, came to bring me to the lab.

For those of you who don’t know, you are pretty much required to have a glucose screening test done towards the end of your second trimester.  This tests you for gestational diabetes.  Gestational diabetes is a high blood sugar condition that some women are unlucky enough to develop during their pregnancy.  Since it doesn’t really produce any symptoms, this lovely test is the only sure-fire way to find out if you have it.  Here is the dumb part:  A positive result doesn’t necessarily mean that you have gestational diabetes.  It just means that more testing and pricking is required (i.e. glucose tolerance test).  Stupid pricks.

So Lynn brings me to the lab, and sets a small bottle in front of me explaining that I need to drink it in less than 5 minutes.  The first bottle she gave me was frozen solid, so I was pleased, until she noticed it too and went to get me another one.  She said not to listen to all of those horror stories I was told by my friends about how gross it tastes, blah blah.  She said they switched the flavor to lemon-lime, and now far less women actually get sick from it.

I start drinking, and was pleasantly surprised.  Now, by no means would I ever choose to drink this, but it wasn’t as bad as I had pictured the taste to be.  I still held my nose like a little kid and drank it all down.  I was quite pleased with myself, because I didn’t even feel the least bit nauseous!  Lynn gave me a sheet of paper, outlining that I would need to walk back to the lab at 8:10 a.m.   She told me to read the list she gave me.  This basically included “Do not leave the facility/ waiting room”…”You may use the restroom”…and “If you start to feel light-headed or queasy, tell the front desk immediately”

So I head back to the waiting room and take out my work items to sort through.  It was merely alphabetizing some inspection forms, but busy work that needed to get done.  In the background, Nancy Grace was playing.  I realize how much I actually hate her while being forced to listen to her shenanigans.  About 30 minutes pass, and I’m starting to lose focus.  I figure, this is understandable since I have nothing in my stomach but this ultra-sugar water.  It gets so bad that I have to put my work documents away.  I just sat and focused on assclown Nancy Grace, and kept looking around the room.

At this point, I was starting to feel queasy and quite light-headed.  I got up, and noticed the only two registration clerks were helping two people check in.  I didn’t want to be rude, so I waited.  Then I promptly changed my mind because things were starting to spiral out of control.  I got the one woman’s attention who check me in, and told her I was feeling queasy and quite weak.  She told me to go ahead and walk back to the lab to see Lynn.  I grabbed my stuff and made my way back to the lab.  I don’t even remember the walk.  When I saw Lynn, she assumed the hour had gone by and it was ready for my blood to be drawn.  When she looked up at me from her laptop screen, she must have known something was wrong and grabbed my arm and guided me to a chair in the back.  I guess I was trying to tell her I was weak and dizzy, but I wasn’t making any sense.  She told me I was whiter than my coat (no pale jokes!)

As she brought me to the chair and reclined me back, she told me that the paper said I shouldn’t have walked back to her, but should have gotten a receptionist.  I quickly told her that I did, and she instructed me to walk back.  Big mistake, I guess!

I started sweating profusely through my shirt (gross), and everything I could hear was garbled and muffled.  The room was spinning.  Then I felt like I was going to vomit.  I asked her if she had a trash can.  She said, “you better try to hold it for 20 more minutes, or we’ll have to do this all over again!”  She got me an ice pack and put it behind my neck, turned up the fans in my room, and turned off the lights.  I focused so hard on not puking.  I still can’t believe that I was able to hold it.  She guided me in a relaxation exercise which very slowly started to work.  I could feel my body relaxing, and my head stopped spinning, and I was much more peaceful.  A few nurses checked on me randomly.

In the background at one point, I heard Lynn call up to the front office saying, “We’ve told you guys before, you cannot send patients back here if they tell you they are feeling weak or light-headed, you have to call us to come get them.  This girl nearly passed out before she even got to the lab.  I barely got her to a chair.  What is wrong with you?!”

Lynn came back and checked on me shortly after that.  She told me the reason I should have never been allowed to walk back by myself was because I definitely could have fainted in the hallway without anyone ever knowing, and who knows how long I would have laid there for.  She also said if that had happened (which we were moments away from), they would have had to bring me to the ER because I’m pregnant.  And it’s never good if you fall while pregnant, obviously.  So that was scary to even think about.

Shortly after, Lynn took my blood.  I surprisingly didn’t care at all about that.  I usually get so amped up and nervous when I have to give blood.  At that point, I don’t think I cared what was going on.  She got me some cheese and crackers after that, and proceeded to ask if I wanted the good news or the bad news first.

UGH.  I had indeed failed the glucose test, after all of that drama.  Fuck.  All for nothing.  And now I would have to schedule the 3-hour glucose tolerance test at another date/ time.  These are all things I should have heard at my next doctor’s appointment, but Lynn was nice enough to tell me ahead of time because I guess there is a special office I can go to with reclining seats and TV stations.  She said to specifically tell them that I did not do well with this test and nearly passed out, so I need to be somewhere with an easily accessible bed/ recliner in the event that it happens again.

The only nice thing about the 3-hour test is that the sugar amount is only half what was in the drink I had today.  It’s a fruit punch that they give you, and then they prick your finger 4 times in the three hours following consumption.  She seems to think I will pass with flying colors.  My doctor also thought I would pass this one without a problem, so now I’m just annoyed.  Diabetes does not run in my family, or Mike’s for that matter.  So I don’t get it.

So that’s my glucose failure story.  It was really the scariest feeling ever.  I’m not happy about it.  I told Mike about it on my drive home and he said, “That sounds about right.”  I swear he thinks I’m being dramatic.  I should have made him come with me!

Now I’m going to try to nap for the next few hours and forget that this day happened.  I can’t wait to tell baby girl about all the problems her mama encountered along the way.  She will probably still end up being a daddy’s girl and hating me 🙂

23 Weeks, 4 Days – Bebe is size of bunch of grapes

Really, Ovia?  A bunch of grapes?  SO WEIRD.

Okay, so I had another appointment Monday with my doctor.  This time, she actually took out a measuring tape to measure my belly.  Feeling fatter by the day!  But that’s okay.  I think I’ve managed to lose all other muscle in my body, so I’ll probably come out ahead in the long run (yeah, right). I have gained 13 lbs since my first appointment in October.  Hard to believe since I feel as though I am puking half of my nutrients away. When the doctor was listening for the heartbeat, baby kept kicking and kicking.  Baby is super active, and that makes me happy.   I’m sure baby will settle down when baby is born, right?  Because mama has no energy as it is. Before the doctor came in to visit with me, I could hear her talking to the woman in the room next to me.  The mom-to-be was 40, and they decided that she would be induced on Friday.  She said, “the next time I see you, you will have a baby” – how crazy is that?  I can’t believe we will be having that same discussion in the near future (hopefully not about induction – I have heard such horror stories!)

Something interesting we talked about while the doctor came in, was about hydration – a major concern of mine.  The taste (or lack thereof) of water makes me nauseous.  I generally put lemon in it, but even then it is hard to tolerate more than one bottle.  Every pregnancy blog announces how important it is to drink eight glasses of water per day, because baby needs it!  They make you feel so guilty if you don’t or can’t.   So I started telling her my problem, and she cut me off right away and started shaking her head, “You aren’t actually trying to drink that much water each day, are you?”  I said hell no, I just try to push myself to four glasses a day, which is a stretch.  She said don’t push it!  People tend to forget how much water is in the food that we eat, and even the other drinks that we take in, so it is rare that I would need to worry about being dehydrated.  If I were puking all day long and not holding anything down, then yes, we would need to talk about how I’m staying hydrated.  She seriously made me feel so much better.  I’m basically living on unsweetened iced tea with lemon at this point, drink-wise.  Unless fountain Pepsi is available…

My doctor also told me that the next test of mine would suck.  The glucose test that I have heard oh-so-much about!  After she explained that I would have to drink a can of lemon-lime juice containing double the sugar of a Red Bull in less than five minutes, I’m sure my facial expression explained it all.  I told her my fear was that it would make me sick, after she told me how much it disgusted everyone.  She told me I can take my anti-nausea pills that morning (even though I’m not supposed to eat or drink anything), and that I can wait another 4 or 5 weeks until I feel that the nausea period has passed (HA!).  If you can’t keep down the liquid crack and vomit, then you have to prick your finger every day for a week or so to monitor your own blood sugar.  NO THANKS.  So, I will definitely be the child sitting in the corner plugging her nose while she chugs the liquid crack.  Then, I get to sick and wait an hour after drinking it so they can take my blood again to make sure it’s doing what it should be with the sugar.  I told Mike he didn’t have to join me for that appointment.  It’s not going to be pleasant for anyone.  Stay tuned for that update.

I also asked her about my terrible lower back pains.  She suggested getting the icy hot patches and wearing those at work or in the car.  So I bought those at Walgreens yesterday, and THEY SUCK.  Don’t bother buying them.  I resorted to bringing my heating pad to work with me, which is the only thing that helps when I am having to sit upright for longer periods of time.

Anyhow, on to a more fun subject for me:  FOOD. I have found a new addiction/ craving.  Jodi’s Italian Ice Factory in Hammond, IN.  They only have a Facebook page right now, so that is the link I had added.  I know what you are thinking.  Who eats or wants Italian Ice in January in Chicago?  Only a fool!  Or a pregnant chicky.   It’s not just normal Italian Ice – she experiments with these crazy flavors.  For example, what got me to stop in was their sour strawberry/ lemonade sour patch kid Italian Ice.  Pair that baby with some nachos and jalapenos, and we are good to go.   I made my second trip there in a week yesterday.  So worth it.  Turns out the Subaru has an added nacho holder that I didn’t even know about!  Heck yeah.  Here are some photos of the goodness:

Italian IceNacho Cheese

And now for a healthier addiction I’ve had for lunch this entire week!   See below for the recipe/ photos.  Courtesy of Cuisine Magazine – Fast & Fresh Edition.  I made these sandwiches for my husband and I all week.  I usually get sick of things so quickly, but this has stuck.  I am thankful, since this is healthy for the most part.

Dill Havarti Veggie Sandwiches

For the dill spread, whisk: 1/4 cup of canola or olive oil mayonnaise 1/4 cup of sour cream 1/4 cup chopped fresh dill 1 tbsp. minced lemon zest Salt and black pepper to taste

For the sandwiches, spread: Pumpernickel Bread Slices 2 cups fresh baby spinach 8 oz sliced dill Havarti cheese 1/2  zucchini (crosswise), thinly sliced lengthwise  *mandolin works great for this 1/2  yellow squash (crosswise), thinly sliced lengthwise  *mandolin works great for this 1/2  red bell pepper (seeded and sliced) 1  cup thinly sliced cucumber (about 1/2 large cucumber)  *mandolin works great for this 1/2  cup thinly sliced red onion

For the dill spread, whisk mayonnaise, sour cream, dill, and zest in a small bowl; season with salt and pepper and set aside

For the sandwiches, spread the dill spread on one side of each bread slice. Layer spinach, cheese, zucchini, yellow squash, bell pepper, cucumber, and red onion on the bread.

CALORIE CONTENT:  Per sandwich, 448 calories; 27g total fat (15g salt); 69 mg chol; 873mg sodium; 32g carb; 6g fiber; 20g protein

dill havarti veggie sandwich

19 Weeks, 3 Days – Size of a Zesty Zucchini

Moving right along…

Scheduled the ultrasound for January 3!  I wanted it before the holidays, but their scheduling department sucks.  Mike is oddly okay with this.  I suppose it gives us something to look forward to.

In other news, I am in a very crabby mood today.  I hate everyone.  Well, just about everyone.  People who can’t drive, people who can’t show up to work when they are interns, people who are involved in things at work who are fucking idiots and don’t deserve to get paid for the position that was handed to them.  That type of thing.  Contractors who are working right outside my window at work drilling shit.  SHUT UP.

I also hate that my digestive system has started to fail me.  I’ve heard about this happening in the second trimester.  Basically, everything slows down, and it sucks.  I may have also started experiencing heart burn for the first time in my life.  It feels like someone is sitting on my chest and I can barely breathe.  The only comfort is when I can lay down completely.  So if it happens at work, I am pretty much screwed (seeing as I am the only one in the office, for the most part).

I had a doctor’s appointment on Monday.  It was WONDERFUL.  I walked in, and there was no one in the waiting room.  This has NEVER happened.  It is always annoyingly packed.  And then, it smelled like yummy fried chicken.  So I asked the nurse what that lovely smell was, and she gave me some of her curly fries from Arby’s.  I seriously have the best doctor/ nurses ever.  She said that if I am starting to feel less nauseous, then I should EAT EAT EAT!  Then, I proceeded to go to Arby’s after my appointment.  It was somewhat unnecessary, seeing as I had a peanut butter & jelly sandwich and popcorn before my appointment.  But a beef and cheddar, curly fries, and a fountain Pepsi.  Fountain Pepsi makes me so happy.

Heartbeat is at 150 for the little one.  Doctor said everything sounds good and I have even gained a slight amount of weight ::cringe::   Time to go maternity shopping for real this time.  No more walking around with my pants unbuttoned!

I have most of our Christmas shopping done.  I ordered Mike an xBox One, against his wishes.  I know he only said that he didn’t need it because it was too expensive.  However, I feel that this is the last Christmas it will just be about the two of us.  Our lives are going to drastically change, and our expenses are going to skyrocket (I feel).  So, I think the xBox is a great gift, because when he needs a break from the crying baby, or just to get away, he will have that option in the basement.   Plus, I opened one of those stupid Amazon credit cards and got $70 off.  So that was my justification.  I’ve also started to cut my spending.  I bought Suave conditioner for my hair yesterday.  This will for sure make me sound like a snob, but I would only use Moroccan Oil shampoo and conditioner before.  It smells amazing and does amazing things to my hair, but was a whopping $60 per bottle (but they were those giant pump bottles).

In other news, my boss has accepted a job in another City.  This has been a somewhat rough and unexpected change for me.  I’m trying to embrace it, but I just don’t trust the fools who are going to be conducting the interviews and going through the resumes.  They have no clue what goes on in my Department – they are so disconnected from it all.  So, this might just be my motivation to get kicking and start job hunting.  Something closer to home would be ideal.  Something with the work from home option would be more ideal.

Oh, and I hate fucking contractors who continuously call and leave no voicemails.  I am by myself in the office, so if I am helping someone else, you are the very lowest priority for me.  Patience is a virtue, assholes.