For the last couple of weeks I've been under the weather. At first I thought it was just allergies, but now I'm not so sure. It is allergy season for me (when isn't?), but it usually doesn't attack my throat. Of course, my poor nose is raw now, and I feel completely whiny.
My wallet went missing recently, and it was rather fortuitous timing. My driver's license was up for renewal anyway, and I got a new picture (I thought my last one looked stoned, despite my complete sobriety at the time). I needed to activate a new card anyway, which made losing the old one moot. My wallet was ancient anyway and in barely decent condition, and I've been looking for a replacement for months, only to find an excuse not to buy any of them. I got a froggie wallet with butterflies, rather whimsical. All the replacing of everything went much quicker and more smoothly than I thought they would.
I'm ready for my health to quickly improve now too.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Reproductive Concerns
Tomorrow is my annual gynecological examination, yippee. I never look forward to them, as it's not much fun to have someone poking and prodding and collecting tissue samples. However, it's one of the few times where I get to sit down with a professional and talk about any reproductive concerns or options I may have.
I learned that my midwife is no longer going to be practicing at the hospital here in town, and that if I were to have another baby in the next couple of years, that I would have to go to the next town, about a 20 minute drive, to have her (or any other midwife) oversee my delivery. That's not really a good idea for me, as my labors tend to be rather quick. I'd be much too worried about delivering on the drive there.
This is all because not all the physicians were willing to have the midwifes associated/employed directly with the hospital or some such nonsense. Never mind that studies have shown that midwives are safer and have fewer interventions like the dreaded episiotomies than OB/Gyns. I also recently learned that my local hospital has a ban against VBACs, and while I've never had a Cesarean, that also offends me.
In my experience, nurse-practitioners have provided excellent care, often better than that of doctors. My entire family trusts their medical care to nurse-practitioners, and for good reason. For one thing, Evan's cancer was caught by a nurse-practitioner. I have discussed my satisfaction with nurse-practitioners over doctors before, and I continue to be confident in my medical care.
But still, like the vast majority of women, I'm not looking forward to my yearly exam.
I learned that my midwife is no longer going to be practicing at the hospital here in town, and that if I were to have another baby in the next couple of years, that I would have to go to the next town, about a 20 minute drive, to have her (or any other midwife) oversee my delivery. That's not really a good idea for me, as my labors tend to be rather quick. I'd be much too worried about delivering on the drive there.
This is all because not all the physicians were willing to have the midwifes associated/employed directly with the hospital or some such nonsense. Never mind that studies have shown that midwives are safer and have fewer interventions like the dreaded episiotomies than OB/Gyns. I also recently learned that my local hospital has a ban against VBACs, and while I've never had a Cesarean, that also offends me.
In my experience, nurse-practitioners have provided excellent care, often better than that of doctors. My entire family trusts their medical care to nurse-practitioners, and for good reason. For one thing, Evan's cancer was caught by a nurse-practitioner. I have discussed my satisfaction with nurse-practitioners over doctors before, and I continue to be confident in my medical care.
But still, like the vast majority of women, I'm not looking forward to my yearly exam.
Monday, February 16, 2009
hectic life
I have now realized that I neglected to blog for over a month. Not completely out of the ordinary for me, especially when I'm worried about something.
Last week my best friend had surgery to fix a potentially life-threatening condition. I spent quite a bit of time worrying about it before hand, but everything went well. She's back home and healing. I ended up making dinner for her family a couple of times while she was in the hospital, which I enjoyed.
The kids and I seem to be passing around a cold. It's rather annoying. Tasmia has been rather needy and fussy, and it's not been fun.
My oven's heating element broke. I called management, and it took them a few days to come out (bad, bad, bad) only to have them diagnose the problem as exactly what I told them it was: the oven's heating element broke. They are now acquiring a new heating element. They did not bring one with them. This is ridiculous.
Last week my best friend had surgery to fix a potentially life-threatening condition. I spent quite a bit of time worrying about it before hand, but everything went well. She's back home and healing. I ended up making dinner for her family a couple of times while she was in the hospital, which I enjoyed.
The kids and I seem to be passing around a cold. It's rather annoying. Tasmia has been rather needy and fussy, and it's not been fun.
My oven's heating element broke. I called management, and it took them a few days to come out (bad, bad, bad) only to have them diagnose the problem as exactly what I told them it was: the oven's heating element broke. They are now acquiring a new heating element. They did not bring one with them. This is ridiculous.
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