New ways to Combat the 2ww

Yes, I have discovered new (not improved) ways to pass the 2ww with *minimal baby related obsessive thoughts.

I've been sick. Real sick. Puking, crying, aching kinda sick. I began feeling unwell Friday evening about 12 hours after the transfer (which went swimmingly) and steadily declined into sickville from there. I assumed I had food poisoning. Or the 2ww plague. I was down for the count. I only moved to put my head in a bucket, take a sip of water or submerge myself in a warm bath. I stayed in bed until Sunday morning when we got a phonecall from P's father. I listened to his voice coming from the answer machine in the next room. He was distressed. Could we come over straight away, something was wrong with P's Mother. He thinks she may have had a stroke.
That word had me sitting bolt upright. Did he just say Stroke? I shook P awake & relayed what I just heard & we flew into auto-pilot.
We got her to the hospital, it was and still is very scary. She didn't have a stroke but has swelling on the brain which has affected her speech, her communication, her vision. She didn't know who I was. My MIL is a very brave patient. She has had more than her fair share of health issues over the past decade including cancer & it appears the chemo is having lingering effects on her body, hence this latest ordeal. We saw a tiny improvement last night. She recognised P & my FIL. She even asked about our IVF which was a remarkable & hopeful sign of her recovery. They are treating the swelling with steroids & we pray that she makes a speedy, full recovery.

While we were in the emergency room with P's Mum the nurse noticed me green & dry wretching in the corner. She took pity on me & suggested I go register with Triage & she could give me a needle to help with my nausea. I did that. After relaying my IVF history together with my 3 day puke-a-thon they took all my vitals & within 15 minutes......I was laid flat out 4 beds down from my MIL. Turns out I had a raging Urinary Tract Infection and I needed antibotics immediately. I got treated for my vomiting as well, spent about 5 hours on a drip. They were very mindful of my FET. It was bizarre. Telling and re-telling staff that I came to be a patient due to the fact that I was in emergency with my sick MIL. Ironic but lucky for me.

After many blood & urnine tests one doctor casually walked into my curtained sick room & announced "I ordered a Beta HCG and it came back 6. This infection should not affect the outcome of your IVF. I don't know alot about IVF."

Well, d'uh! You sure don't! Telling an IVF patient that she had a HCG reading of 6 at 2dp5dt and expect her to keep her head together! I know nothing about Beta, nothing about HCG. I was miles from the internet, hooked up to an IV line..........in the emergency room...wildly calculating that a zero HCG would suck, but a 6? is that good? Is that anything? Jay-sus! someone unhook me! I gotta go google!

I have since learned that with HCG beta anything under 5 is negative.
6 to 25 is unequivocal. Over 25 is positive.
At this stage I'll take unequivocal.......and my MIL back on her feet. Prayers welcome (even heathens)

How about a little humour to lighten this awful post? You got it.
Imagine if you will, Mrs Negative, laid out in a hospital bed, white hospital gown agape, looking like someone who just spent 3 days vomiting, hair everywhere...including inch long hairs on her winter legs. Imagine now, a gorgeous, young male nurse...ridiculously cute busily sticking ECG tabs onto said hairy legs, Mrs Negative, then dry heaving AND farting in unison. It really happened. I looked at P who was standing at the end of my sick bed & in a mortified squeak I said "Why did I have to do that?" P could offer no explaination. And Mr Drop-Dead-Gorgeous Nurse grabbed a sick bag, thrust it under my chin an announced "Now, don't you worry about us! We've seen & heard it all before"
Oh, the shame. But what TOP blogging material! In hindsight...definately worth the humiliation.

Note: *minimal baby related obsessive thoughts translation:100 per hour as opposed to 1000 per hour. And the desire to POAS....don't even talk about it.