Archive for February, 2008

Feb 27 2008

Medical stuff.

Published by under Health,Infertility,The Man

Today I got to go to the hospital and have a hysterosalpingogram. If you can pronounce that word, you’re better than I am. Go have a cake to celebrate. I can’t pronounce it. When I got to the Radiology department at the hospital, the nurse asked me what I was there for and I said “I’m meeting Dr. F here. I’m getting a. . . ” and then I gave her a dumb look and pointed at the word on a paper my doctor had sent me to explain the procedure. And she said “Oh, a hysterosalpingogram.” Just like she was saying “Oh, an X-ray”, and I was someone who might be too stupid to have children.

Actually, she was very nice. VERY nice. Which is very important when you are going into the hospital to have a test that your doctor, your nurse practitioner, and the letter you received to explain the procedure all told you that this was a VERY PAINFUL procedure and you might want to consider clearing your schedule for the rest of the day to recover from this VERY PAINFUL procedure. And your husband is welcome to be with you during this procedure, presumably to help you through the trauma of ALL THAT PAIN.

Can you guess that I was a little scared about going to the hospital this morning?

The test itself was basically an X-ray. If you want to know more, just follow that link up there and I’m sure you’ll find out everything there is to know. It was over very quickly, although I got to hang out for a few minutes to make sure I didn’t have an allergic reaction to the contrast dye they used. Normally, I wouldn’t have thought twice about that, but as we all know, sudden allergic reactions aren’t exactly an unknown occurrence around here lately. There was absolutely nothing I would qualify as pain going on. The most I could give it was a “slightly uncomfortable” on my pain index. This both relieved me (no pain is good!) and pissed me off (I’ve been worrying about nothing for days!). I spent the whole time watching The Man’s face and thinking “Wow, he looks worried.” I guess I was probably freaking him out a little bit because I was bracing myself for pain that never came. My “bracing” face looks a lot like “HOLY SHIT”.

The test itself showed that there were no physical reasons that I’m not getting pregnant. I have no blockages or abnormal growths, or strange alien implants. This is both good (no surgery!) and bad (we still have no idea what’s wrong!). Several people, including today’s very nice nurse and The Man’s boss, have told me that many women get pregnant soon after having this test done, because it clears things out. Like a Roto-rooter, I guess.

At any rate, that’s where we are now. He’s fine, I’m fine, we’re both fine. We just aren’t getting pregnant. We’re waiting to hear what the next steps might be.

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Feb 24 2008

Venturing out.

Published by under Health

Today I went out all by myself, armed with my new epi-pen in my purse. I picked my epi-pens up last night and was alarmed at how large they were. More like an epi-magic marker than a pen. They also came with a training pen, so I could get used to stabbing myself in the leg with a big f-in’ magic marker. Anyway, they’re big, and now one lives in my purse. To celebrate, I went out and bought some new pots.

The Man and I have had the same (cheap) cookware since we started living together. We bought cheap, because when we first got together we were poor. We just needed something to make ramen in. Now that we’ve graduated to many different meals containing actual meat, I decided it was time to retire Our First Cookware. It was warped on the bottom, the non-stick coating was kind of flaking off, and the wooden handles had seen better days. I took myself off to TJ Maxx to look at the deals to be had – I’m not going to pay $50 for a damn pot if I don’t have to. I picked up two new skillets, a sauce pot, and a stock pot, all in stainless steel and all with glass lids. They are all, also, from Wolfgang Puck’s line of equipment, but I confess that this mattered much less to me than the sticker that read “dishwasher safe”. I hope that sticker isn’t lying, because I really don’t want to be hand washing a bunch of pots.

On the mystery allergy front, The Man and I went out this weekend and bought new laundry detergent, fabric softener, and soap. Everything is fragrance and dye free, because I am still having small, itchy episodes and I don’t know why. It’s time to start replacing things and seeing if that helps. I didn’t realize until we replaced all this stuff how much scent=clean to me. It’s very disconcerting to pull out a load of laundry and not smell anything. Or, for that matter, it’s pretty disconcerting to get out of the shower and not smell like soap. I washed my sheets last night and they were absolutely smell-less. I guess that’s good in one sense – at least they didn’t smell like BO or something. I just always liked getting into a bed with clean sheets because it smelled so good. Now there is no smell, just sheets. It’s kind of sad. In a small, stupid kind of way.

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Feb 20 2008

Hopefully done for awhile.

Published by under Health

OK, I hope this will be the last I have to say about my strange, sudden allergic reaction for awhile. I went to a new doctor today, who is probably going to be my “primary care doctor” from now on. He was recommended by the guys in the ER, because I do not have a primary care doctor, because I am freaking lazy, I guess. I haven’t had a family doctor since. . . well, ever, I guess. I mean, my mom used to take me to the local guy to get my immunizations, but I never, ever went in for yearly check-ups. I guess once you get to be around 30, you’re supposed to have a family doctor, or your insurance carrier and all your specialists (not to mention any ER doctors you might run across) think you’re kind of wacko.

New Doctor gave me a FREE three-week supply of antihistamines (I’m all about free drugs), and a prescription for epi-pens. Yes, I now have to carry a self-injector around with me, just in case I run across something that makes my lips and tongue swell up to unbelievably painful proportions again. He made sure to tell me that the epi-pen would only buy me 20 minutes, so I had better be getting to the hospital pronto if I actually have to use it. I’m thinking if I have to inject myself, no one is going to have to tell me to get to the hospital. I will be screaming and crying the whole way there, because I am a big sissy when it comes to needles.

In three weeks I get to go back for an appointment, and at that point we will do some allergy tests. If I’m still having to be on antihistamines, we’ll do a blood test. If I’ve weaned myself off of antihistamines with no ill effects, we’ll do skin tests.

So, that’s the news. New drugs, epi-pens, and hopefully a hive-free three weeks until some tests are run. I hope I can just get on with things, now. Things like playing on my newly repaired computer.

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Feb 19 2008

New jams.

Published by under Media

To cheer myself up last night, I went onto iTunes and bought some more music with my Christmas gift card (I love iTunes gift cards, yum). I’ve already used some of it, so I decided to tell you all which music I’ve been buying, in case you give a crap:

Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down): Nancy Sinatra. I love this song because of her voice, the story, and the way it flows, which is a bit jarring, which is probably the point.

Teardrop: Massive Attack. I liked it even before I started watching House.

The Rainbow Connection: Carpenters. It’s easier to sing along with Karen Carpenter than with Kermit the Frog.

Samson: Regina Spektor. Just beautiful. I love her voice.

Musicbox: Regina Spektor. Awesome and funny and kind of crazy.

1234: Feist. This song has a whole lot going on in it, but it all fits together and works.

Kiss Me: Sixpence None The Richer. Nostalgia song.

There She Goes: The La’s. Another nostalgia song, besides being from So I Married an Axe Murderer, which I love.

I’ll Be: Edwin McCain. I love his voice, and the song is fun to sing along with.

A Long December: The Counting Crows. Reminds me of driving around with Mackers.

Killing Me Softly With His Song: Fugees. Holy crap, can Lauryn Hill sing. Although the interjections of “one time!” are kind of distracting.

Glycerine: Bush. Senior year, baby. This was – hilariously – almost our class song, which makes me wonder if any of my classmates listened to any of the lyrics except for “Don’t let the days go by.”

Celebrity Skin: Hole. I’m not a huge Hole fan, but I like this song.

Bullet With Butterfly Wings: Smashing Pumpkins. Good song to shout along with, if you’re angry.

Losing My Religion: REM. I remember when this song came out and everyone was all “What does it mean?” I was in parochial school at the time, and almost all of the kids were sure it was a Satan song. I guess they couldn’t comprehend REM.

Stand: REM. This song is just pure fun.

Take It Easy: Eagles. My dad used to listen to The Eagles all the time, and it rubbed off on me.

Virtual Insanity: Jamiroquai. Smooth and dancy.

Since U Been Gone: Kelly Clarkson. I’m sure I’m not “supposed” to like most of the music I do, and Kelly Clarkson is no exception. But that girl really can sing.

Fast Car: Tracy Chapman. You know, I never really listened to this song until recently, and I was just surprised at how depressing it is. But it’s still a great song.

More Than a Feeling: Boston. Do you see Marianne walking away?

Don’t Stop Believin’: Journey. I am an unashamed Journey lover.

Bubbly: Colbie Caillat. Mellow, groovy, and fun. I like her voice. The song is pretty relaxed, makes me think of a lazy summer afternoon.

Technologic: Daft Punk. I can think of any number of my friends who would hate this song, but I love it. I’m not usually big on electronica music, but Daft Punk does it for me.

Freak on a Leash: Korn. Besides the fact that the video kicked all kinds of ass, this is just a great song. Come on, he beatboxes! That just rules.

Hide and Seek: Imogen Heap. It’s all about the vocals here. Beauty.

Thank You: Dido. I’ve loved Dido’s voice since this song came out.

White Flag: Dido. More awesome singing.

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Feb 18 2008

No more, please.

Published by under Health

I had to go running back into the arms of the medical community this morning. Not only did the bottom of my feet send out terrible bolts of pain when I walked, but my lips and tongue were so swollen that it was painful to swallow, chew, or talk. Plus, all the nasty hives on my legs that had gone away after the hospital visit were back in full force. Not to mention the new and exciting patches on my forearms and torso.

So, The Man took me to the urgent care center where I received a painful steroid shot, a prescription for a stronger antihistamine, and an extension on my prednisone prescription. My lips and tongue are back to normal, and I can walk without pain for the most part now. I’m a little ashamed to admit that I broke down and cried in the doctor’s office – I’m just so tired of this, and the whole “can’t walk, can’t talk, can’t swallow” thing was what pushed me over the edge. It’s been going on for four days now and I’m ready for it to at least start getting better. I’m waiting to see what tomorrow brings. I have an appointment on Wednesday with a “family doctor” that the ER guys recommended to me, since I don’t have a primary care physician. I’m sure if things aren’t on the mend by then I’ll get referred to an allergist to see what is causing this. As I write this, my hands are itching terribly, so I’m sure I’ll have nice new patches by the time I go to bed. *sigh*

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