I Hate Hospitals

So I spent yet another night in the hospital. It's really getting old I tell you. I went to the Dr. on Thursday and my non-stress test was okay. My BP was still a little high especially considering that I'm taking 3 different meds just to control it. I felt great even though we had received some really bad news earlier in the day.



Friday morning I woke up feeling okay. I got up and threw on some clothes and took Mackenzie to school. Lee's been taking her to school and she misses me taking her. It was our bonding time. Even with Jackson in the car it was our special time to talk about anything and everything. I have to admit that I missed our time together too. We had a great ride to school and I told her that on Saturday I'd take her to the library just the two of us. She was really looking forward to that.



When I got home I laid down and watch TV with Jackson. I was so relaxed. It was the two of us and it was great. Then I started feeling woozy. I kept feeling as if I was going to pass out. It was the same feeling I get when my blood sugar gets real low. I checked my BP and it was pretty high. 161/103. Lately my top number hasn't hit about 140, which is pretty decent. I drank some juice that had a lot of sugar and some cookies just in case my blood sugar was low and causing me to feel that way. Nope, it wasn't my blood sugar. I continued to monitor my BP and it was still high.



I decided to take a bath. I got a candle out and all my tolietries and got in the tub. I usually hate baths but for some reason I wanted to just lay there in the water. It was so nice. I was relaxed and calm, etc. I ended up there for an hour. I couldn't believe I could even sit still that long. Before I had gotten in the bath I put in a call to the Dr. to check on my BP and the fact that I was feel really woozy and that passing out feeling along with a headache that wouldn't go away. Her office called me and then put me on hold and Dr. Petrac said to come by the hospital for monitoring.



So I eventually get ready and head up there around 1:30pm. My BP was still running pretty high. They checked my pee and my protein was a +2 which was up from the week before. So then they had to draw blood to check my labs b/c the protein went up. First time they took my blood the nurse, who I've become friends with, said my blood was really thick and having a hard time coming out. She came back in my room about 15 mins later and told me she had to draw my blood again because the lab said my blood was too clotted. So I get stuck again. I don't usually mind it but either she's really bad with needles or was using a bigger needle or my skin/veins were having an off day.



Then she comes back and tells me that the Dr. wants her to start and IV. Not putting anything in it but setting it up just in case. OH MY GOSH! She put it in the top of my left hand and it hurt so bad. The catheter part was very painful. Then it started spurting blood out. She then decided she had to move it from that location. I am then so lucky to get stuck now a 4th time on the side of my left arm. I'm really not digging this nurse even though from all of my trips to L&D we've become "friends". She gets it in and it's not the best but it'll do for now.



So they have me take my next dosages of medicine for the day. Then Dr. Petra talked to Dr. Dobak who is partners with Dr. Thorpe, my high risk Dr. He told her to give me 300mg of Labetalol another BP med that is a last resort type med. That was because even with my other meds I had take a bit earlier my BP wasn't stabalizing. Lord have mercy. 300mg did the trick a little too well. My BP went crashing down. I felt dizzy and woozy and so tired. I did not like how it made me feel.



I was then told that I had to spend the night and couldn't be discharged until my 24 hour urine test came back okay which would be Saturday night around 7:30. After it was all said and done my protein came back at 180 which is 200 points lower than what it was 2 weeks ago. My BP was stable and they let me get home. I was so glad to be home around 8pm Saturday night. I missed my kids and the chaos that ensues when they're together.