I’ve known for months that I have no veins. I’m the one who jokes about being clinically dead when the medical students can’t find my pulse (in either arm), I’ve got one spot on one arm that if its in a good mood will give up a dribble of blood, and I’m pretty sure that its a frustrated sigh from dealing with my arms rather than at having to be working the night shift that numerous nurses have come out with. (more…)
Pre-eclampsia. Thou art my enemy. My puffy ankles and high blood pressure glare at you from this hospital bed. (more…)
This is a colour scheme I am getting rather rapidly sick of. (more…)
It was sunny outside today, it was mocking me from the window.
So since my last post I’ve been hospitalised twice, and am writing this from the (dis)comfort of my hospital bed in the only non baby filled room (so far) on this wing of the hospital, attached to a bloody CTG machine. The inventor of this yoke was definitely a sadist, and whoever decided that blood pressure should be measured at the same time an idiot; because I know that this is certainly driving up mine! (more…)
So, since the last post I’ve put up, I’ve wound up having a sleepover in hospital (thank you very much blood pressure!) and sampling their fine cuisine, developed an addiction to a Pokemon Red emulator, been housebound from the weather and had yet another lovely scan of the little man. (more…)
Today’s Irish Times Letter Page (11th Feb 2014) contains a little insight into the Corkonian view of marriage equality. If it doesn’t raise a smile at least, money back 🙂
So its currently bucketing down outside. This being Cork, I shouldn’t be all that surprised. And the fact that the rains of the apocalypse (along with the wind and flooding) have been visiting a lot lately should really make this less of a deal. (more…)