I'm back!

Ok, I'm feeling a lot better now. For a while there I was a bit doped up on pain killers. Not fun at all. But so far I haven't resorted to pain meds for three days. Yey! And to make it even better, I'm pushing through this writers block! Wahoo!

I went to a wedding over the weekend. It was a nice little backyard wedding. I felt sorry for the groom and groomsmen as it was the middle of the day - the sun beating down on them in a hot day (felt like a summer day-- forget Spring!) But the ceremony was done and we had a buffee with roast and salad and.... PAVLOVA!! I love pavlova! It's my fave cake. Forget Devil's cake or cheesecake - give me whipped eggwhites and sugar anyday.

It's the year for coming together I suppose. My sister is engaged. She is going to get married in... RED! I think it's wonderful for something different. White wedding dresses only became popular when an English monarch wore it for her wedding ages ago. I like to see that change come back to wearing any color you want. I HAD to get married in white, since it was the only dress that could fit me. Being 8mos preggers I kinda had a limited choice of wardrobe. But I'm not complaining... it was a nice dress, it was black and white so not so much white, but it concealed my tummy...to an extent.

NEway, just thought to give you guys a heads up and let you know, I'm alive!
*grins*

ER

Well, I had a really eventful day yesterday. I woke up at 4am in pain. I usually get this 'phantom pain' so was used to it. But by 6.30am I couldn't take it and andrew called up the ambulence. Mia was supposed to go to daycare, but it was the first time she'd seen me in pain so she tried to pat me like a dog (so cute in hindsight).

Anyway, the ambulence guys got there, Matt looked me over and they gave me some breath in drug to help me manage and put me in the ambulence and off we went. I stopped breathing in the drug once I felt I could manage the pain but Matt said to keep on breathing. Well, I think I got high from it. Because I asked Matt what he has to study to do what he does and then promptly told him I'd write about him. Yeah, well....

ANYWAY, the I was asked 3 times what I did for a living, by 2 nurses and 1 doctor. Guess what I told them. Romance writer. And amazingly enoug it was the male doctor Muhamid that showed the most amount of interest asking where he could get my books and such.

They drew my blood, which andrew had to leave the room for (he can't stand watching that happening to me - he has been known to faint...well, almost) I think it's cute, but he hates it.

They doped me up on morphyne (which I hate since it makes me soo sick) and then made an appointment for me to have an ultrasound on the friday and was about to give me pain meds to go when I had yet another big attack. So the doctor organized me to have some more morphyn (noo!) and immediate ultrasound check (yes!) So I have the check up and wait back for the results. Liver imbalance. Since I had my gallbladder removed 4years ago, my body hasn't adjusted and hence the phantom pains. So they gave me some drugs to buy and I went home. I got bad motion sickness, and for someone who doesn't have anything in their stomach I could sure find something to spew up. I was a wreck when I got home and passed out.

Now it's morning, and I suspect I'll be feeling sick and achy for the next few days. Such is the way of it I suppose.

Scare of my life

Saturday morning was a scare for me. I was sitting on my bed and my daughter was sitting on the floor, I was assuming playing with her toys. Next thing I know she lets out a cry and there I see in one hand, she has Deep Heat (a muscular rub ointment) and her mouth is white from the cream. I rush over to her and wipe out all the cream and try and make her vomit since I didn't know how much--if any-- she injested.

I rush to the phone and since my husband is working weekends I try to call him on his mobile and his work phone but there was no answer. I tried to find the poisons center number - but I was so frazelled I couldn't figure out how to spell it. I then called emergency and they sent an amublence over. By they time they'd gotten there - Mia was fine, but after a look over they said she was ok, but to keep an eye on her.

I felt like an awful mother. She's ok now, but boy - now I better look at getting all the stuff dangerous out of her reach... although I don't know how she got the deep heat... It might've been on the bedside table or something...