9 weeks and Yes, I am a Remarkable Housekeeper, Thank You.
So in my self-analysis of the last few days I realized another reason for my tend-towards-panic of the last few days. It’s quite simple, actually.
The Boy is out of town.
Which really isn’t that big a deal, I mean, I like my space, I enjoy having the occasional weekend where it’s all about me and what I want to do, watch, eat, cook, listen to.
But.
My first miscarriage happened while he was helping his daughter move to Boston. I learned about my most recent miscarriage while he was in Quebec at a convention. So the combination of no-husband around + week of doom has me ready to go to panic stations at the slightest twinge or quiver. Which sucks, but at least it makes a bit of sense to my ‘must make sense out of everything’ brain.
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In slightly disgusting, but slightly amusing news, I came damned close to ruining our bedroom carpeting last night. Again, with the Boy being out of town, I had to give myself my PIO. Not a huge big deal, though certainly nothing I was looking forward to. I’ve done it before and it’s doable.
Of course, I hadn’t really taken into account the fact that I’m a bit thicker around the middle these days and therefore, a bit less twistable. Nor had I accounted for the fact that Curascript’s substandard syringes are kind of sticky. So I did the shot in front of a big mirror in our bedroom so I could be sure I was hitting the right spot. It was awkward, and it took forever to get the medicine injected, but again – sticky syringes, I didn’t think much of it. But when I withdrew the needle, blood spurted. Seriously. It was like a slo-mo special effect where the murder-weapon shiv is withdrawn and the heroine’s lifeblood pumps out all at once.
Right onto our light beige carpeting.
So here I am, running around the bedroom naked, grabbing gauze and alcohol pads like crazy, and slapping them to my, at this point, really gory behind, trying to find a washcloth and some laundry soap and peroxide to try to get the – honestly, footlong – bloodstain out of the carpeting before it sets. The dog is watching from the bed, completely bemused, and I’m torn between laughter and curses.
The laughter won. It really was like something out of a bad cartoon.
And this morning, it looks like my heroic housekeeping efforts paid off. There is no stain, though the carpeting’s still a bit damp. I think it worked.
And I think tonight’s shot will take place in the tiled bathroom – hell, maybe the bathtub. It’s not like the mirror helped me hit the right spot anyway…
Those damn PIO shots! I had that happen once, scared the beejezzus out of me more than anything. Glad there was laughter in the end for you. Have a good all-about-you weekend – any good food plans?
That Lovenox makes me bleed like crazy too! Sorry you had to go through that. So glad it came out of the carpet though!
Bravo! G-d bless your self shot giving, blood stained beige carpet cleaning ass! I’d heard distant rumors and urban legends about the dreaded needle withdrawal blood letting but your post made it real. Kind of like a bigfoot sighting only, well er, real! Great job and thanks for the chuckle (sorry it had to be at your expense).
I hope tonight’s is blood free.
Yeah, it makes total sense that are unnerved right now. Given the same circumstances, I would be too. But it sounds like your last scan went beautifully and I’m betting your worried about something that will never come to fruition. I’d put good money on it.
My clinic doesn’t prescribe PIO’s (unless you can’t afford the Endometrin), so I don’t/won’t have to worry about them, but I have heard they are the devil incarnate. Now I’m even more glad I don’t have to do them. You’re brave to do them yourself, and obviously a cleaning queen if you managed to get that blood out of the carpet! What an exciting start to the weekend.
HAHAHA~ evil PIO shots! I’m sure tonight will be completely boring now that you have that out of the way. Bummer that the boy is out of town, but I agree that occasional solo weekends are fun! Hope you have a great one.
Oh boy! I’m glad you were able to take care of that so successfully!
You are doing great to at least recognize your reasons that you are afraid. And hey at 9 weeks you are in doppler territory, no? That’s when I got mine, and frankly, my insurance company should pay ME for using it due to how much money I save them.
yeah, been thinking of you since i knew week 9 was coming up. Sorry boy is out of town but glad you enjoy the solo time.
Wishing you calming days ahead as you power out of week 9 and sail into week 10!
Eb
Yay 9 weeks!