… has become a main theme in my life over the past few years. I’m really frightened of needles and despite a course of CBT to help me, my fears flare up and get worse every so often. It’s without doubt influenced by stress and I have been under an enormous amount of stress recently. In fact, it’s at levels which someone who isn’t pregnant would have serious problems dealing with.
So, I’ve been doing my best to avoid the doctors and the hospital. It’s not too bad as I’m assisted by the NHS which discourage you from going using their special agents; the doctors receptionist and automated switchboards. On Monday I thought I really did need to seek some advice, I’m not negligent towards my children and I was having some pregnancy related problems which were getting worse. Putting myself aside, I thought I needed to seek a bit of help, so I phoned up and asked to speak to a midwife.
Eventually I was able to speak to a midwife and that’s where the problems started, she said I needed to get myself to hospital. Fast. Despite not being able to drive properly I managed the nearly one hour drive (don’t really know why it took my this long) and I found the department. For various reasons this was miraculous as I haven’t actually been there before at all. I sat all evening, continually being bumped to the end of the queue, in the end I felt so ill I gave up and came home.
The next morning the community midwife came to my house. My symptoms; prominent varicose veins on my abdomen, acute chest pains are apparently quite common. The hospital staff should have known this. The veins are caused when your baby kicks. The baby literally kicks the veins etc out of your body, it’s the sign of a healthy third (or more) baby. The reason is apparently that the uterus has become so thin that it offers your innards no protection from little kicks. Great. You would have thought the hospital could diagnose that over the telephone. Chest pains, well, I didn’t know this but you can get cramps in your muscles in your abdomen like the cramps you get in your calf muscles. This can be made much worse by stress. Simple, rather than suffering from a hernia or internal bleeding or all the other things I was imagining, it was all actually rather straightforward.
What to do? Well, apparently I need to take it easy, be calm and do relaxing things like pregnancy yoga. That’s never going to happen with two children is it? Readers, forgive me if there are lots of reviews and not much content on here at the moment, I’m trying to fulfil promises I’ve made and I need to rest as much as I can. The moral of the tale is it’s probably not worth going to hospital unless you know you are dying and the Internet is probably as good a place as anywhere to diagnose yourself. Probably…