Randomizer, V. I Don't Remember

DH gets a 4-day weekend for Independence Day... except for the 24-hour duty on SATURDAY. Of all days! Welcome to the Army.

I haven't been around much lately because I've found a new addiction: medblogs. Wheeee! I'll slowly add the ones I really enjoy to my blogroll, as I'm just lazy and don't want to go making new links all the time. At the moment I'm perusing NurseK's archives with great glee.

I quit my job the week before I went to the hospital, and since then, I've been so glad I did. I've been so worn out, even without working! It seems kind of pointless to try to find another job, since we're probably going to be moving back to Georgia in a few short months. DH and I were planning on visiting his parents in Europe over his terminal leave, but I'll be too pregnant for such a long plane ride.

I was bored earlier today, so I took all the cushions out of the couch to see what I'd find. Dust bunnies and three pennies. Thrilling.

At the moment I'm listening to various a cappella groups online. I love a cappella. I think some of the instrument-less arrangements are better than the originals.

I'm thinking of posting some of my fiction writing here. I need to get back into it. I have a book stagnating on my computer that I'd like to get truly underway. I have a few chapters here and there, outlining my ideas, but I need to fill it in. Want to read it?

ER Visit

Quick update before I head back to bed. Yesterday was spent in the ER because I couldn't keep liquids down. The IV was the worst insertion I'd ever had; it was a student trying to get experience with unusual IV sites, so instead of using the perfectly good vein in the bend of my elbow, she was instructed to go after the "rolling" vein just short of my wrist. The supervisor said she'd probably hit a valve in the vein, since it gave two vials of blood and then stopped. A nurse had to come back later to get another vial. I'm sure it was an interesting experience for the student, as I am horribly needle-phobic and usually pass out when getting blood drawn, but this time it made me dry heave until I produced bile. Poor girl was a bit frazzled with a puking patient and a shaky arm that wouldn't give blood.
I was finally hooked up to the saline, covered with a nice warm blanket, and left alone for a while. The doctor came in later to inform me that my urine sample was "contaminated" and instead of letting me try again, they were going to catheterize me. Augh! I wasn't looking forward to that at all, but holy crap-tastic, I didn't think it would hurt SO MUCH! It was supposed to be a simple in-and-out just to get the urine sample, but I think they were using a Foley catheter first, and that thing felt like she was trying to skewer me with a plastic spear! I screamed louder than the poor guy next to me with the dislocated elbow. (That was interesting; I almost peeked around the curtain to watch the setting. It was definitely the thing to see in the ER that afternoon--all the students and nurses were crowded around.) The nurse finally decided that catheter wasn't going to work, and got a different kind with flexible rubber. It was still uncomfortable, but bearable. If I ever need a catheter again, I want to be very unconscious for it. Geez.
I had no symptoms whatsoever, and since I found out I'm pregnant, I've been drinking lots of cranberry juice to prevent this, but I was diagnosed with a UTI. Yippee. At least I didn't have to go through the painful symptoms to get the antibiotic. I finally got anti-nausea pills too. Since I've been home, I've kept everything down, so I'm on the mend, but I'm still very tired and weak.
Back to bed with me.

MIA

I'm still alive. So much has happened in the past month and a half that I haven't a clue where to start. Oh well.
DH got promoted, I got a job, DH had his wisdom teeth out, now I need to get rid of one of mine, work isn't going so well anymore, I'm going to look for a new job, I can't wait for morning sickness to stop, I have to miss my best friend's wedding...
Hmmm.
If I don't show up to work tomorrow, I'm fired. I'm seriously considering just not showing up.