tiredAs expected, the folks at Wayne Memorial were quick, efficient, and really nice -- they darkened the room I was in while waiting for the doctor, asked regularly if I was comfortable, and got me out-processed quickly when I was ready to go. I was intravenously administered Ativan (lorazepam) and an anti-nausea drug I didn't catch the name of (not phenergan or compazine) and instructed to stop taking the Ortho Tri-Cyclen and to see my home doctor (in Colorado) as soon as I can.
That IV'd medication made me so sleepy I only remember Himself waking me up to tell me he was leaving for work, but I woke up around 6 PM with Laurel snuggled up to my side. The clinic was already closed by then, so they'll get my follow-up message in the morning.
I feel better than I expected not taking the OT-C today but my legs hurt like I've run without stretching beforehand and my period started again (it'd just stopped a few days ago). Now that I've lost almost two days of moving prep time due to this, will be working double-time to get back on track. At least I shouldn't have any more migraines!
Laurel is being really sweet about me being so out of it -- when she wants something, she'll pat my hand instead of pulling on my finger or being loud and when I was sleepy this afternoon, she snuggled up with me and was experimentally poking my face when I woke up. She's also been singing, so I've figured out her regular songlist: the Alphabet Song -> Sing (a Song) -> Elmo's World theme -> Twinkle Twinkle Little Star -> Sesame Street theme. Since I'm not up to putting her in Himself's desk chair and spinning her around, she just showed me that she's lined up a bunch of stuffed animals in it and will spin them herself. My doofey kid. (:
