Nine months of 9k Week 8 – Location: B&Q and
Brighton Beach – obviously.
Catching up on our missed 9ks saw us completing two
of them this week *wilt* so two still to do next week!
Lacking inspiration on Monday morning we 9k'd to
Leatherhead B&Q for more hallway paint and an extendable roller; livin' the dream. It
seemed like a practical mission until I realised we’d have to carry them home. A 5L tin weighing us down and the long handle
of the roller fed through the stroller undercarriage, it took the form of a dangerous
weapon rather than a baby’s transport system.
On a more interesting note, we went to Brighton on
Thursday for no particular reason other than I’d never been, Rich was on annual
leave and we had nothing to do. So 9k in
Brighton was quite clearly the obvious option. Our route took us from the
Churchill shopping centre, along the Kings Road and down the famous Pier where I won a fabulously tacky key ring on the “Tipping
Point” arcade game. Highlight! Fish & chips on the beach under two giant
disco balls (really), back up to town via the maze of The Lanes, then back to
Churchill Square. Lovely weather, lovely day, stupid idea to do it in heels.
Nine months of HG Week 8 – ♪♫♪ Last night a GP saved my life…! ♪♫♪
Following week 7’s futile attempt to get some help
from the local hospital, I emailed (nausea = strictly no speaking!) my GP the day after leaving hospital. Here
is a snippet of the desperation to be prescribed the expensive drug
Ondansetron; the next and final step on the treatment pathway before steroids…
“I was wondering if there is any chance, if I can't
get it on the NHS, that I could pay for a private prescription as I've been
bed-bound for 3 weeks now with minimal relief from the drugs I've been
prescribed. I would like to avoid going into hospital again but am struggling
to keep fluids up and am feeling already quite dehydrated again. I am even
struggling to make it down to the bathroom to clean my teeth or visit the loo
(not that I need to much at the moment!).”
So desperate were we for a solution that we were
willing to pay for the drug ourselves. In an astounding turn of events, my GP
immediately replied with;
“Have issued both Metoclopramide and Ondansetron;
try to use as little Ondansetron as possible, not because of cost necessarily,
but because it is contraindicated in pregnancy and so should be used as a last
resort.”
We were way past last resort – I would have done ANYTHING
to have just a five minute break from the nausea. I’m pretty sure I cried with relief at this
point but the whole first trimester is very hazy so I can’t remember for sure. Rich (husband/carer/temporary servant) picked
up the prescription that day and I took my first dose of Ondansetron, blissfully unaware that I would be taking it three times a day, every day, until one
hour before Caesarean surgery.
Aaaaaand back to sleep…..!
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