I had what felt like a morning from hell yesterday morning at the hospital. Of course it probably felt that way because I’m very pregnant and I seem to get emotional very easily at the moment. I know I’m probably over-exaggerating my frustration and stress of it all.
I arrived for my scheduled appointment with the obstetrician, who I’d not seen for a month due to two cancellations. I was very eager to see him this morning as I had so many questions about various things I wanted to ask him. It seemed quiet in the waiting room, so I thought, great I’ll be in there in no time at all. Oh, how I was wrong!
As I was peeing in a cup (lets not go into the complexities of trying to pee in a cup when you’re 36 weeks pregnant), my phone alarm went off to remind me to take my blood glucose reading. It was 7.5 (quite high)! This of course put in my panic mode as all I’d had for breakfast was the same thing I’d eaten throughout my entire pregnancy – a bowl of porridge, which has never given me a high reading. An hour later I’m still sitting there waiting and listening to him sitting in his office chatting candidly with a nurse about nothing medical related. I could feel the stress levels rising and my emotions boiling. Finally the “fill-in” OB came down the corridor and called my name. Crap, bugger, shit, was my response! I’d seen this OB before and it wasn’t a nice experience. I followed her into a room and asked why I wasn’t see my normal OB – she gave me no answer.
I handed over my diabetes book, urine sample and AN card. She looked at my diabetes card and flipped! “Who have you called regarding these readings?”, she asked. I told her that I rang the hospital once after having a week with 4 highs and they weren’t concerned with my numbers. I also told her the OB had never been concerned and the dietician was happy with my diet. She didn’t seem too pleased. She then sent me off to the loo with a swab to test for GBS, well she didn’t actually say GBS, but I’m assuming that is what it was for. Her instructions…”stick it up as far as it will go and wiggle it around a bit”. How bloody awkward trying to do that when your 36 weeks pregnant!!! Anyway, I managed, but then noticed blood on the toilet paper after (my apologies for too much information). As I went back into the office she was testing my urine. She told me that there was blood in my urine and I told her there was blood after I did the swab. She didn’t give me any indication of what the blood in my urine was but said the blood that I saw could mean I’m starting to dilate. I mentioned the Braxton Hicks I’d been getting and the period pain that seems to be increasing in intensity. She said the period pain was a good sign that labour will be easy! WTF!!! Easy??? Anyway, she must have been a little bit concerned as she did a speculum test to check for blood – there was none.
She was ordering around the midwives and treating them terribly. I could see they didn’t like her very much. One of them who had to supervise the speculum test, apologised to me about the disorganisation and gave me a look that spoke a million words about what she thought of this OB.
She then sent me off to pathology for blood tests, along with my swab and urine.
After returning from pathology, she sent me across the road to chat to the Diabetes Educator. After a very long chat with her she has recommended I stop working as she thinks the stress of it is causing my levels to rise. I do agree, that stress and emotions do raise my levels and I would love to stop work right now, but the stress of not completing the jobs could very well send my blood glucose levels skyward as well.
What I’m really angry about is the mixed responses from everyone regarding my diabetes. I get such different opinions from everyone and it’s so frustrating as one minute I think I’m doing fine, the next I feel like a failure, which only pushes my levels up higher. The OB told me I wouldn’t be induced until I got to 41.2 weeks, but then changed her mind half-way through the appointment, saying if I keep getting these levels I’d be induced at 38 weeks. My normal OB won’t let me go past 39 weeks! Who do I listen to? It’s times like this I think maybe I should have gone private!
I spent the whole evening stressing about it all, so got no sleep. I’m going to reduce my work load to just a couple of hours a day and try and do whatever I can to take the stress out of my life. I’ll even be more strict with my diet – if that’s at all possible!
Meanwhile…our country is turning to shit (and going back 30 years) due to a newly elected “dick-head” of a government who opposes same-sex marriage and has only 1 woman in his cabinet. Oh and then nominates himself as the “Minister for Women’s Affairs” (Introducing the Minister for Women’s Affairs), which I find completely barbaric! I fear for our country. It’s not only the rights of same-sex couples that will suffer from the new dick-head in power, but also asylum seekers, the elderly, health and education, women in general, child-care workers, the list goes on. My facebook feed is flooded with disgust at this new government and it makes me wonder who actually voted for him? Obviously no one in my life!