Yes, it’s true, this sickness has thrown me into a egomaniacal whirl of complete self-involvement. I cry, I sob, I weep on the phone with my friends. I wake up my husband in the middle of the night because I decide it’s unfair that he sleeps so peacefully. I’ve gone nuts. Today, however, I have hope again. I have hope because I went to my family doctor’s clinic and someone was nice to me. Not just one person, but a couple. First, I broke down in the nurse’s office and told her my two-week sob story. She was wonderfully sympathetic (unlike heinous Dr. O. – you’re on my list, woman, I’m watching you) and kind, and let me cry and complain. Then, the marvelous Barb got me in to see the doctor on call right away (that’s right, my friends, my luck has turned – I bypassed the line). And, the sun shone even brighter that January afternoon. The doctor was not only kind, compassionate, Italian, dressed impeccably with great hair – he was willing to give me drugs. Yes, drugs, what I’ve been a’wanting all along. Good old Tylenol 3 with Codeine (is it fathomable that I may sleep tonight) and Amoxicillin, which is apparently the most safe antibiotic for pregnant women. He warned me that the codeine would make me sleepy and the baby too – that alarmed me – should I really be drugging out my little baby at this early stage of life? what if the movements of my child dramatically decrease and send me into a downward spiral of panic and visits to the emerg ward again…?? I haven’t decided if I’m going to take it or not, but will decide tonight when I’m facing that hellish pain.
Anyway, thanks again for listening. I’m hoping these drugs kick in, and that I can write about something else other than this all-consuming illness. Thanks again for your sympathetic comments and words of support – it means the world.