In the waiting room again.
So many posts, so little time.
Some are half finished as draft emails so I can't just start them up now without the original draft.
Would feel wasteful.
I'm back in the fetal medicine clinic waiting for my second last scan. It was a bit dicy knowing if they'd scan me or not because when they phoned to do a covid checklist yesterday, I informed them that Pete was at home because he had a sore throat. Earlier yesterday, he had been informed a workmate had covid (test on Monday came back positive) and although he went to work on Tuesday with what he called a "throat tickle" (afebrile) he was shortly thereafter sent home due to the positive case. The sore throat got worse (quickly) and by noon he was down at the testing center behind MICH.
I'd decided to go to mums rather than stay at home with him (even though we have the luxury of separate bedrooms, there is only one bathroom and you need to walk through a long hallway that passes all these rooms to get to the bathroom and kitchen) plus, isn't it nicer for him if I wasn't there. Plus mum's has aircon (or so I thought) turns out she has issue with the electricity so while she has aircon, she won't have hot water or vice versa.. and the fridge is dicy... Anyways. Long story where elderly people don't tell you their problems, you find them out when you get there.
Pete wanted me to go to a hotel. He said maybe I'd risk spreading it (covid or a cold) to my mum.
I'm asymptomatic. I'm more tired than usual which I chalk up to having skipped 3 hrs of sleep having to have moved last min from one house to the other.
Then I also have a scan today, and they weren't sure if I could attend, and didn't answer my phone call either when I called to ask... Yet here I sit. In the clinic. Waiting so I assume, I'll get scanned. I got here at 15:15 and it's 15:45 and I'm still sitting here.
I look obviously pregnant now. Unlike before where I could be there for any number of reasons. I'm staff and just walking in I passed two ppl I know before I got to the ultrasound place. Privacy isn't a thing when you choose to have your baby where you work.
All of a sudden, last Saturday, summer arrived. Much later than usual. It was a mild spring weather until bam! 35 degrees. Mother in law (MIL) decided to visit too. decision made last Tuesday I spent two days furiously cleaning the house to be ready by Friday and she came bearing a portable cot, a pram that looks like it's for a 3mo+ child and a large table that belonged to her late long time boyfriend's mother. Shirleen.
There was an impromptu family BBQ with me, her and Pete on Friday night where her and I spent too much time trying to get the charcoles going.
She doesn't want to get vaccinated and is planning to loose her job as a social worker over it. Yes there is a mortgage but it's basically paid off. She's even considering to change careers, although at 59 I wonder how that'll go and what she can choose in this new world of mandatory vaccination. What if you pick a new profession, train up, and then realise it's vaccination mandated.
I was thinking myself to change or diversify a little. I wanted to add in counciling as a skill I could use in both professions (midwifery and nursing) and perhaps then also become a third job. It could even be done from home potentially. With some caveats. Maybe that would suit her.
I hope rather that she retains her current job with a work from home capacity but... Perhaps that's not feasible (although that's what happened during lock down so I don't understand why not).
GDM
Yesterday, I got started on short acting insulin
Already as a nurse I'm thinking about ways to abuse this.
Like. How many units do I need to have prior to having a slice of pavlova on Christmas day so that I can maintain a reasonable BGL and not have a hyper (or hypo).
I'm only having it before breakfast (not lunch or dinner) and the 4 units I was prescribed barely touched the sides this morning. To be fair, I was at mum's and I had brown rice instead of bread- and I calculated it by eye rather than by weight.
But if a modest portion of brown rice is going to raise my BGLs then I need more insulin...
Some are half finished as draft emails so I can't just start them up now without the original draft.
Would feel wasteful.
I'm back in the fetal medicine clinic waiting for my second last scan. It was a bit dicy knowing if they'd scan me or not because when they phoned to do a covid checklist yesterday, I informed them that Pete was at home because he had a sore throat. Earlier yesterday, he had been informed a workmate had covid (test on Monday came back positive) and although he went to work on Tuesday with what he called a "throat tickle" (afebrile) he was shortly thereafter sent home due to the positive case. The sore throat got worse (quickly) and by noon he was down at the testing center behind MICH.
I'd decided to go to mums rather than stay at home with him (even though we have the luxury of separate bedrooms, there is only one bathroom and you need to walk through a long hallway that passes all these rooms to get to the bathroom and kitchen) plus, isn't it nicer for him if I wasn't there. Plus mum's has aircon (or so I thought) turns out she has issue with the electricity so while she has aircon, she won't have hot water or vice versa.. and the fridge is dicy... Anyways. Long story where elderly people don't tell you their problems, you find them out when you get there.
Pete wanted me to go to a hotel. He said maybe I'd risk spreading it (covid or a cold) to my mum.
I'm asymptomatic. I'm more tired than usual which I chalk up to having skipped 3 hrs of sleep having to have moved last min from one house to the other.
Then I also have a scan today, and they weren't sure if I could attend, and didn't answer my phone call either when I called to ask... Yet here I sit. In the clinic. Waiting so I assume, I'll get scanned. I got here at 15:15 and it's 15:45 and I'm still sitting here.
I look obviously pregnant now. Unlike before where I could be there for any number of reasons. I'm staff and just walking in I passed two ppl I know before I got to the ultrasound place. Privacy isn't a thing when you choose to have your baby where you work.
All of a sudden, last Saturday, summer arrived. Much later than usual. It was a mild spring weather until bam! 35 degrees. Mother in law (MIL) decided to visit too. decision made last Tuesday I spent two days furiously cleaning the house to be ready by Friday and she came bearing a portable cot, a pram that looks like it's for a 3mo+ child and a large table that belonged to her late long time boyfriend's mother. Shirleen.
There was an impromptu family BBQ with me, her and Pete on Friday night where her and I spent too much time trying to get the charcoles going.
She doesn't want to get vaccinated and is planning to loose her job as a social worker over it. Yes there is a mortgage but it's basically paid off. She's even considering to change careers, although at 59 I wonder how that'll go and what she can choose in this new world of mandatory vaccination. What if you pick a new profession, train up, and then realise it's vaccination mandated.
I was thinking myself to change or diversify a little. I wanted to add in counciling as a skill I could use in both professions (midwifery and nursing) and perhaps then also become a third job. It could even be done from home potentially. With some caveats. Maybe that would suit her.
I hope rather that she retains her current job with a work from home capacity but... Perhaps that's not feasible (although that's what happened during lock down so I don't understand why not).
GDM
Yesterday, I got started on short acting insulin
Already as a nurse I'm thinking about ways to abuse this.
Like. How many units do I need to have prior to having a slice of pavlova on Christmas day so that I can maintain a reasonable BGL and not have a hyper (or hypo).
I'm only having it before breakfast (not lunch or dinner) and the 4 units I was prescribed barely touched the sides this morning. To be fair, I was at mum's and I had brown rice instead of bread- and I calculated it by eye rather than by weight.
But if a modest portion of brown rice is going to raise my BGLs then I need more insulin...