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bloodsong1) wrote2009-01-12 06:55 pm
bloodsong1) wrote2009-01-12 06:55 pm
Just call me Seven
So last week I started bleeding. No big, but I was sad that the month of "Hooray! No blood!" was over.
Sunday night I felt a little off, so I spent the evening curled up under blankets and only getting up under duress of kiddos.
This morning Cuteness had a Well Baby check. I get dizzy sitting in the exam room and think it's the bright sunlight. Dr. M. walks in.
"You look pale. Have you eaten this morning?"
"Yeah. Toast and hot chocolate w/coffee."
"Well, have some juice and a fruit bar and here, Eric, keep an eye on her while I'm fetching the fruit bar in case she faints."
"Um, I've never fainted."
Cuteness, btw, is 32" and 25 lbs and developing nicely, but now Mama A has to suck it up and deal with the messes made by a Cuteness learning how to eat with a spoon. Nyah.
After the juice and bar (of which I ate half before my tummy went "Squick" and Cuteness finished for me and was very grateful) Dr. M offers me a note to go home and rest, as I'm not feeling better and still looking pale.
"Um, no. I know we discussed migraines, but I have been bleeding and maybe it's related to the depo, so I'm gonna call PP."
"Ok, but if you change your mind, let me know."
So I go out to the waiting room and call PP. They can't answer my questions right away, I decide to suck it up and go to work.
Half an hour later PP calls back. "Yeah, honey, depo shots can cause irregular bleeding, but since you're not due for another shot until 2/18, we really can't do much. Take 3 Motrin every six hours."
"You know that breast discharge discussed last time? Yeah, it's still going on."
"Ok, we'll have to refer you to a specialist next month."
What does all this mean? Near as I can figure, Queenie went Borg and adapted to the depo. I'm having a period. Not as painful and heavy as before I went on birth control (gods, I suffered too damn long, all because of my mother's Catholic ethics), but enough to affect me. I was able to do my job, but I spent as much time as possible sitting at my desk sipping hot water and facing the electric heater. Um, yay?
On a more positive note, I got another three bags of clothing from Boss' Wife. I'm now comfily ensconced in sweat pants and a cardigan over my undies. Also got a 20-something mini-skirt, another pair of sweatpants, and about a dozen sweaters. Yay!
I'm going to curl up on the couch with a glass of wine.
Sunday night I felt a little off, so I spent the evening curled up under blankets and only getting up under duress of kiddos.
This morning Cuteness had a Well Baby check. I get dizzy sitting in the exam room and think it's the bright sunlight. Dr. M. walks in.
"You look pale. Have you eaten this morning?"
"Yeah. Toast and hot chocolate w/coffee."
"Well, have some juice and a fruit bar and here, Eric, keep an eye on her while I'm fetching the fruit bar in case she faints."
"Um, I've never fainted."
Cuteness, btw, is 32" and 25 lbs and developing nicely, but now Mama A has to suck it up and deal with the messes made by a Cuteness learning how to eat with a spoon. Nyah.
After the juice and bar (of which I ate half before my tummy went "Squick" and Cuteness finished for me and was very grateful) Dr. M offers me a note to go home and rest, as I'm not feeling better and still looking pale.
"Um, no. I know we discussed migraines, but I have been bleeding and maybe it's related to the depo, so I'm gonna call PP."
"Ok, but if you change your mind, let me know."
So I go out to the waiting room and call PP. They can't answer my questions right away, I decide to suck it up and go to work.
Half an hour later PP calls back. "Yeah, honey, depo shots can cause irregular bleeding, but since you're not due for another shot until 2/18, we really can't do much. Take 3 Motrin every six hours."
"You know that breast discharge discussed last time? Yeah, it's still going on."
"Ok, we'll have to refer you to a specialist next month."
What does all this mean? Near as I can figure, Queenie went Borg and adapted to the depo. I'm having a period. Not as painful and heavy as before I went on birth control (gods, I suffered too damn long, all because of my mother's Catholic ethics), but enough to affect me. I was able to do my job, but I spent as much time as possible sitting at my desk sipping hot water and facing the electric heater. Um, yay?
On a more positive note, I got another three bags of clothing from Boss' Wife. I'm now comfily ensconced in sweat pants and a cardigan over my undies. Also got a 20-something mini-skirt, another pair of sweatpants, and about a dozen sweaters. Yay!
I'm going to curl up on the couch with a glass of wine.