We’re both still very poorly this week. I’m on antibiotics and Anna’s swigging the Calpol. Not a good time for 9k in the cold. Next week – 3 x 9k. Ouch.
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The new combination of antiemetics made me feel very peculiar in the head indeed! I’d drift in and out of sleep, wake up and struggle to recall what day it was let alone if it was morning or afternoon. The world was very swimmy and muffled and as a result I can’t really remember much of week 7. Despite week 6’s rehydration in hospital everything went downhill very quickly and within 5 days we were stumbling back to A&E. The lights were very bright, it was very loud and the hundreds of different smells were overwhelming. Waiting for what seemed like hours, the same doctor from the maternity ward eventually flounced in the room and in an agitated, booming voice demanded to know why I was back so soon and did I know that I was making myself worse by not eating and drinking? The grand finale of her spectacular display of HG ignorance; “You’re harming the baby… do you even want the baby?”
Unable to communicate due to intense nausea, compounded by this madwoman’s interrogation, the less responsive I was the more irritated she got and her rant became louder and more aggressive. She must have given up at some point and chose to impatiently stab me with needles instead, but my poor, shrivelled, dehydrated veins were cowering deep within my arms. On the third violent attempt (still have a scar on my right hand from one failed stab!) I was finally hooked up to a bag of sweet, sweet fluids. Begging for admission and stronger antiemetics, we were told they were too expensive and casually handed a blister pack of 6 Prochlorperazine tablets instead. With the bag of fluids only ¾ finished, I was swiftly discharged and essentially asked to leave.
Whilst Prochlorperazine works for some people it is essentially a step down from Metoclopramide on the treatment pathway but with no other options available we left the hospital clutching my sad little blister pack feeling very desperate and completely alone. What were we going to do!?
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