[I cannot believe I’m actually posting this with that title. It’s a testament to the fact that I am currently exhausted to the point of feeling punchy.]
Thanks for all the thoughts in my second to last post on birth. Interestingly, it all might turn out to be a moot point, because I’ve had something come up that’s pretty serious.
My ability to walk has been declining over the past few days as the pain in my right calf increased horribly. (On the bright side, I got plenty of opportunity to practice pain management techniques!) The pain was excruciating yesterday this morning so I called up a cardiovascular specialist and asked to be seen. A few hours and another ultrasound later they discovered a clot in one of the big veins in my leg, something called a deep vein thrombosis (DVT).
I’m not sure what the next steps are, I have an emergency appointment with a hematologist tomorrow morning, but I do know that I’m going to give myself injections of some blood thinner every day for the next month or so. Have I ever mentioned my horrible phobia of needles? Well, I’ve been presented with a wonderful opportunity to deal with this little fear paralyzing terror. Every day. For at least a month.
On an amusing note, these poor specialists just don’t know what to do with me. I’m pregnant (which rules out a lot of treatments), I don’t have a primary care physician, nobody referred me, I’m not employed but my insurance is in my name, and I’m going to a birthing center. I had this conversation more than once today:
DOCTOR: We need to talk to your OB.
ME: I go to the birthing center.
DOCTOR: Who’s the OB there?
ME: There isn’t one, just midwives.
DOCTOR: [Disappointed look] Who’s your midwife?
ME: Well, there are four of them…
DOCTOR: [Gives me perplexed look like I’ve told him I’m having a Spirit Healer from the Far Hills deliver my baby.]
I have more to say about all this but am too tired to think anymore tonight. Prayers appreciated.