Soon *I* will put someone in the hospital...
Um. Sorry. For some reason, I've had major problems working up the energy to post here. I feel bad because I know that a lot of you worry about me and the baby.
Well, I was released from Kingdom on Wednesday December 7th and told to check in at Odense University Hospital (I live in Odense) latest at noon the next day, but they didn't expect OUH to keep me.
They did, though. And pissed me off royally. They kept insisting they weren't getting my full file so when they wanted to do an Oral Glucose Tolerance Test on me and I told them I'd already been checked for diabetes and cleared they were acting all mystified. Afterwards, however, I got a look at my file and right there on the front page there was a summary by attending physician Elinor Hellmuth that clearly stated several things, including the diabetes thing. Trust the word of someone who's actually more qualified than you, for fuck's sake! (She was/is more qualified because they specialise in the field of pre-natal care/premature births, OUH doesn't.)
From thereon out I found it a bit difficult to tolerate all their repeat tests as well as being there at all. I pushed hard to be allowed home on leave for the weekend and I was, although they did call at one point, worried that I might have a thrombus in my lung, based on a blood test. I had no symptoms, though, so didn't have to be back until Sunday evening. (Note: this was also a repeat.)
Sunday I was back there and had blood drawn and that was pretty much that. Monday, however, I saw the first sign of competence in a nurse who looked at my file and all the tests that had been done and couldn't see any reason why they'd keep me. She pushed my case a bit with the doctor doing rounds and I was finally properly released.
Then came the fun bit of buying the meds I'd been given for free until then. They are fucking expensive, FYI. I'm taking three kinds, four times a day, and they were just under ~1000DKK to buy. The most expensive kind (544DKK for 100) I have to take three times a day. :S Oh, well. I'd rather pay three times this cost than be subject to more useless tests.
On the 19th I went back to the hospital for an ultrasound and a doctor's appointment. And, guess what? The doctor had me submitted again. Uh-huh. Based on some blood tests done on the 11th, she suspected... small thrombi around my lungs. She claimed I wouldn't have regular symptoms then but omg my D-dimer was sooooo high.
So I was submitted to KARMA, a cardiology section. They weren't worried, though. Because that number is always high in pregnant women and will only get higher if you develop other medical conditions. In fact, Awesome Doctor told me that the actual number doesn't mean shit. Either it's high, normal or low. Anything else is meh. But we went through the motions of telemetry, EKG, blood test and ultrasound of my heart. I'm getting so fucking used to this stuff it's not even funny. The blood test results were back in a matter of minutes because Awesome Doctor marked them as life or death (tsk tsk, bad doc... ILU) and I was out in a couple of hours. Because, guess what? I DON'T HAVE ANY THROMBI! OR DIABETES! STFU!!
Ahem. I have an appointment with an endocrinologist tomorrow for the hyperthyroidism that is one of the things they caught. Whether it's pregnancy related or a pre-existing condition, nobody can tell for sure, but they're fairly certain that it's what triggered the baby's tachycardia, so I'm on meds for it. Watch the blood flow if he tries to submit me, though. I have a damn train to catch and Christmas to celebrate. Fuckers.
At this point I don't even care how well-meaning any of this is. They need to learn to fucking read first and take tests later. My December has been ruined by what is in large part nothing but incompetence.
I have to have more blood drawn on the 27th, a new ultrasound and doctor's appointment on the 28th, and a midwife appointment on the 30th. I'll hardly be a stranger to them.
And they're starting my labour on the 10th, 2 weeks early.
I'm displeased with that as well. Not because it's early, but actually because it's kind of late. When I was discharged from Kingdom, they put down a recommendation that I didn't go much longer than 37 weeks (January 3rd). They'd at first said 38 weeks, because of my liver issues making going longer dangerous, but because I have humongous amounts of amniotic fluids - way off the charts, no kidding, I've seen the charts and my amount took a rocket ship from there - they changed it to 37. Now the same doc who can't read or interpret numbers decided that 38 weeks is good enough because it's easier to do it then. More convenient.
She also basically greeted me with "so you're getting a C-section..." which is again a good indication of her reading comprehension and care of what I want because at no time has anyone said I needed a C-section. I fucking don't. Nothing is indicating I can't give birth to him naturally.
I actually suspect her of putting my labour start so late and then figuring that if it doesn't work right away (it can take days) we can just do a C-section, even though I made it very clear that I considered a knife near my belly a very last resort to be avoided if at all possible. She, on the other hand, seemed to find C-section nothing but... yeah, convenient. Well, asshole, I'm not getting cut into for your convenience. I don't fucking care how uncomplicated the procedure is.
If they'd even put the date 2 days earlier, I wouldn't have suspected this, but to wait until week 38 when a specialist who can actually read numbers recommended 37 is ridiculous.
This was also the hospital that had their brilliant staff not notice my epidural falling out when giving birth to Kupo. I'm sorry, I'm a bit short on charity here.
Soooooo... yeah, ranty stuff.
Can you tell that I'm sick of this shit yet?
Well, I was released from Kingdom on Wednesday December 7th and told to check in at Odense University Hospital (I live in Odense) latest at noon the next day, but they didn't expect OUH to keep me.
They did, though. And pissed me off royally. They kept insisting they weren't getting my full file so when they wanted to do an Oral Glucose Tolerance Test on me and I told them I'd already been checked for diabetes and cleared they were acting all mystified. Afterwards, however, I got a look at my file and right there on the front page there was a summary by attending physician Elinor Hellmuth that clearly stated several things, including the diabetes thing. Trust the word of someone who's actually more qualified than you, for fuck's sake! (She was/is more qualified because they specialise in the field of pre-natal care/premature births, OUH doesn't.)
From thereon out I found it a bit difficult to tolerate all their repeat tests as well as being there at all. I pushed hard to be allowed home on leave for the weekend and I was, although they did call at one point, worried that I might have a thrombus in my lung, based on a blood test. I had no symptoms, though, so didn't have to be back until Sunday evening. (Note: this was also a repeat.)
Sunday I was back there and had blood drawn and that was pretty much that. Monday, however, I saw the first sign of competence in a nurse who looked at my file and all the tests that had been done and couldn't see any reason why they'd keep me. She pushed my case a bit with the doctor doing rounds and I was finally properly released.
Then came the fun bit of buying the meds I'd been given for free until then. They are fucking expensive, FYI. I'm taking three kinds, four times a day, and they were just under ~1000DKK to buy. The most expensive kind (544DKK for 100) I have to take three times a day. :S Oh, well. I'd rather pay three times this cost than be subject to more useless tests.
On the 19th I went back to the hospital for an ultrasound and a doctor's appointment. And, guess what? The doctor had me submitted again. Uh-huh. Based on some blood tests done on the 11th, she suspected... small thrombi around my lungs. She claimed I wouldn't have regular symptoms then but omg my D-dimer was sooooo high.
So I was submitted to KARMA, a cardiology section. They weren't worried, though. Because that number is always high in pregnant women and will only get higher if you develop other medical conditions. In fact, Awesome Doctor told me that the actual number doesn't mean shit. Either it's high, normal or low. Anything else is meh. But we went through the motions of telemetry, EKG, blood test and ultrasound of my heart. I'm getting so fucking used to this stuff it's not even funny. The blood test results were back in a matter of minutes because Awesome Doctor marked them as life or death (tsk tsk, bad doc... ILU) and I was out in a couple of hours. Because, guess what? I DON'T HAVE ANY THROMBI! OR DIABETES! STFU!!
Ahem. I have an appointment with an endocrinologist tomorrow for the hyperthyroidism that is one of the things they caught. Whether it's pregnancy related or a pre-existing condition, nobody can tell for sure, but they're fairly certain that it's what triggered the baby's tachycardia, so I'm on meds for it. Watch the blood flow if he tries to submit me, though. I have a damn train to catch and Christmas to celebrate. Fuckers.
At this point I don't even care how well-meaning any of this is. They need to learn to fucking read first and take tests later. My December has been ruined by what is in large part nothing but incompetence.
I have to have more blood drawn on the 27th, a new ultrasound and doctor's appointment on the 28th, and a midwife appointment on the 30th. I'll hardly be a stranger to them.
And they're starting my labour on the 10th, 2 weeks early.
I'm displeased with that as well. Not because it's early, but actually because it's kind of late. When I was discharged from Kingdom, they put down a recommendation that I didn't go much longer than 37 weeks (January 3rd). They'd at first said 38 weeks, because of my liver issues making going longer dangerous, but because I have humongous amounts of amniotic fluids - way off the charts, no kidding, I've seen the charts and my amount took a rocket ship from there - they changed it to 37. Now the same doc who can't read or interpret numbers decided that 38 weeks is good enough because it's easier to do it then. More convenient.
She also basically greeted me with "so you're getting a C-section..." which is again a good indication of her reading comprehension and care of what I want because at no time has anyone said I needed a C-section. I fucking don't. Nothing is indicating I can't give birth to him naturally.
I actually suspect her of putting my labour start so late and then figuring that if it doesn't work right away (it can take days) we can just do a C-section, even though I made it very clear that I considered a knife near my belly a very last resort to be avoided if at all possible. She, on the other hand, seemed to find C-section nothing but... yeah, convenient. Well, asshole, I'm not getting cut into for your convenience. I don't fucking care how uncomplicated the procedure is.
If they'd even put the date 2 days earlier, I wouldn't have suspected this, but to wait until week 38 when a specialist who can actually read numbers recommended 37 is ridiculous.
This was also the hospital that had their brilliant staff not notice my epidural falling out when giving birth to Kupo. I'm sorry, I'm a bit short on charity here.
Soooooo... yeah, ranty stuff.
Can you tell that I'm sick of this shit yet?