Family: The Pain That Keeps Giving

I'm having one of those days where the Fibromyalgia pain is kicking my butt, shoulder, left ankle, neck, oh heck it all hurts.

I'm wondering if with taking the acetaminophen there isn't a little me just laughing sitting there on my shoulder at my futile attempts to control the pain.  I'd turn my head to take a look but that hurts too.

Its been an interesting past 11 days.  I've been holding in more secrets since my last posting about keeping secrets on the 6th of December.  I've been having more chest pains, irregular heart beat, and my blood pressure is way too high for being on the blood pressure medicine but I think I might have mentioned that in a recent blog.  The secret is that one of my parents in the hospital....AGAIN!  Yes the very one that I said was courting bad Karma in my blog post Taking Joy In Someones Pain.  Karma got his butt.  I'm not happy about it and I did warn him.  Mom made me promise to not tell any of the family until my father was well enough and no longer in the ICU.  Over the weekend, after almost a week in the ICU, he was finally transferred to a regular room.  Soon he'll be in a nursing home.  This is his fourth attack of congestive heart failure.  Heart issues seem to run in the family.

Since my closest relatives don't read my blog it doesn't really matter that I post about my dad here.  Mom only told me to not call any of my family friends and tell them if she thought they might blab.  I have one cousin that would do just that.  No, not you Nicki you read my blog the one that blabs doesn't.

So far my dad has had four close brushes with death.  This time is the worst it looks like.  He also has pneumonia and an infection in the blood.  If and when he comes home he'll be on machines.  Mom has already told me what the doctors have told her that he has been on borrowed time for the past five years.  We knew this too.  Some how my dad is always able to spring back just enough for just long enough to make it a few months without getting sick.  Maybe science should study his immune system.

So yes I'm more grumpy this holiday season due to two miscarriages so close together and one deathly ill parent.  I may not be close to my father but he is my father and I do not wish ill upon him or any other human due to the ripple effect.

Last week, late at night I called my spouse to let him know about my father in the hospital.  He was in the process of doing his sneaky work that I had to interrupt with tears.  I wouldn't have called but for the fact that he needed to know if I had to suddenly fly home.  The ripple effect does effect everyone.

On a happy note, my refrigerator vegetable compartments are now filled with my IVF medicines.  I picked up my grocery bag of medicines yesterday, my laundry bag of needles and got my flu shot too.  I'm all set. Come to think of it maybe its the flu shot making me all achy today; it probably is at that.

Hello Morning Nausea

Ugh. 

I feel, well, like I could puke.  Sure its a good symptom of pregnancy but I don't think its from that particular thing.  No, its most likely the antibiotic doxycycline.

This morning it was worse than usual.  I was up just before the alarm went off at 0500hrs, so it was like 0458 hrs.  I yell to J to get up.  Because my stomach was so messed up last night I sent him off to the living room to sleep for the night.  I mosey off to the kitchen to take my blood pressure medicine and the antibiotic.  I have to take the antibiotic on an empty stomach, about 3 hours before I take my morning vitamins because some foods and vitamins contains something the darn thing could bind to which would prevent it from working properly.

Three more days of this stomach killer antibiotic.  Its making my intestines cringe with fear when it comes time to take this twice daily dose.  I tried to go lie down after being up for 30 minutes.  Instructions say to not lie down for at least 20 minutes after taking it.  So I wait then go lie down only to have the nausea hit.  I'm drooling at this point.  Curling into the fetal position is of no help.  Really I wanted to die it was so bad.  I knew that if I hurled I would just have to go back and take more of the medicine if it came up with the vomit.

4.5 hours later I'm writing this post.  I'm still drooling a bit.  My mouth tastes like I've been eating pennies (zinc and copper if you aren't familiar with US currency).  YUCK!

J came home early this morning to give me my progesterone shot at 0720hrs. Between the hours of 7 and 9 are the injection times on the instruction sheets.  I prepare the injection at 0500 hrs so that if he is late he just has to stick me and run.  Right now he is being detailed out by rear-D to drive bus.  Someone isn't listening when they know he has to give me a shot each morning.  They know all about this and told him they'd cooperate.  They also know that I need the car later today to go to an appointment that has been on their white board for weeks.  Someone is pulling a stupid. He had to remind them about the shot so they let him go home to give me the injection then hurry back for bus detail.  He shouldn't be doing bus detail when he is still training other soldiers for a deployment.  Things are really screwy right now.

I'm not really looking for signs of pregnancy yet as its only been 5 days since my egg got fertilized and 2 days since it got transferred to my body.  For now its got to be the medicines creating the symptoms, progesterone shot and the antibiotic combination.

I'll have to look into getting a flu shot soon.  My REI doctor told me that there is no hurry in getting one and that I shouldn't listen to Nurse J, who last year scared me into getting one, since I have a mild egg allergy.  I don't have to get one but if I feel like I should I can get one any time even after I get pregnant he said.  He's the doctor so he should know right?