Peanut: She spent the day at the vet getting rechecked after her flirt with death two weeks ago and the results are mixed. On one hand, she's doing much better with renewed energy and acting more like her old self. She's even feeling sassy enough to sleep like a slut.
|I almost feel like I should be blurring stuff out|
However her blood work tells a different story. They check two different liver levels and the one that was initially crazy elevated when she was acutely sick as returned to normal, but the other level is now elevated which shows that there has been some significant damage to her liver. The vet put her on a 30 day dose of a (very expensive) supplement to encourage liver healing and then she'll get another (somewhat expensive) blood test to see if there is any improvement.
The vet said that she's ok to go running with me again, especially since at this stage of my pregnancy, I'm not exactly a speed racer. I will keep tabs on her during our first few runs to see how she's doing and turn around early if necessary. Normally I barely even notice that she's with me for stroller runs because she just trots next to the stroller and I'm holding a slack leash, so I'll just have to remind myself to pay attention to both her and the kid.
We're making sure that she gets plenty of rest and hopefully this magically expensive liver medication will work wonders.
|Maybe if I had another Boppy pillow, I'd get better faster.|
Me: I had a doctor's appointment this morning to go over all the testing they did last week to try to determine why I've been getting light-headed and headachy. Conclusion? I'm pregnant. Yeah, shocking right?
I get so used to going to an OB that it's so odd to me that the doctor didn't know that I was pregnant when he was looking at my results and then when I mentioned I was taking a prenatal vitamin, he looked at Faith was like "Uh...are you currently pregnant?" like he was afraid that I was taking them still from her (lactating moms do that) instead of actually pregnant at the present moment. (Also, Faith was in my lap) When I told him that I'm 19 weeks along, he was like "Well, that's your problem!"
I'm also somewhat anemic (like barely anemic) so I'm going to start taking daily iron supplements to see if that helps. Other than that, I got a prescription to man up and quit my bitching.
|Ron Swanson approves|
Faith was a freaking terror after all that time in waiting rooms today (almost 3 hours combined) and was acting even worse than she does after the ice cream man comes to the neighborhood.
|How dare you call me a terror!|
|Ice cream! I forgive you.|
|Don't even think about it you DOG|
|I just felt like this belonged here|
I'm really glad that my husband has off tomorrow so I can recover from my day of sitting with a toddler in a waiting room before we head out of town for the weekend for my grandfather's funeral. I'm going up early to help my mom with stuff for the service (like picking up the food) and then my husband is coming later with Faith for just the service and then taking her back home himself since I'm staying to help my mom until Sunday. It should be a fun experience for him to be the sole parent for two 2 hour drives in one day and then doing her whole night routine and morning stuff solo. By fun for him, I mean fun for me to hear about it later.
Do you enjoy hearing about people's experiences doing what you do on a daily basis? I feel like teachers secretly enjoy when subs have to deal with butt-head kids.