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Saturday, June 30, 2012
Episode II
So, about 10 days after our miscarriage, I am feeling like a bit of a failure blah blah blah.. and I realise that I have woken up with my second episode of Optic Neuritis.
Not only were we pregnant, then miscarriaged, but also going through the process of purchasing a new home (which is still occuring) and now due to the stress of everything and the trauma that my body has just gone through I have this on top of everything.
Mum and Dad were arriving in a matter of days, we were sorting our financial documents and driving backwards and forwards into our major town which is about an hours drive to see the mortgage broker and the bank etc and I couldn't drive.. I couldn't see much to drive because of the 70% loss of vision in my right eye (same as last time July 2010).
Did I tell anyone? No, I just kept trudging on, putting up with the pain and pressure behind the eye and the loss of vision, the head aches but Nurofen became my friend for a few days there.
Mum and Dad left and I managed to find the strenght to talk to Bloke about it who wasn't impressed, and understandably so.
Off to the GP we go! She refers me to an eye specialist in our nearest major town and he then pretty much sends me off to hospital with a few choices..
I can either stay in there for 3 days and get IV Steroids OR I can go into my local hospital three hours a day for three days and receive it.. Hell Yeah!! That saves Bloke the trip into town and I get to go home at night.
So, Wednesday I started at our local hospital on 1g of Methyl Prednisolone IV for three hours, then Thursday and now today Friday was my last IV.
Frankly right now I feel like shit.. I havent really had much sleep, I cant really sleep.. I am bloated and feel like this is what it would have been like to be pregnant (lesson learnt). I am feeling nausious, it's almost 1am and I have attempted to sleep but to no avail.. Hence I guess why I am here.
So, now I go onto 100mg of Prednisolone (oral) for 2 weeks - 4 x 25mg tablets a day.. Seems like a lot doesnt it? Then a visit to the eye specialist in a month and a visit to a new neurologist in town which I am sure is going to be a LOAD of fun and may result in me having to discuss and make a decision on permanent drugs which will require a daily injection - frankly not something I am keen on.
I guess considering I have been episode free for 2 years that is a bonus, must mean I was doing something right before we fell pregnant, which leads me to think that perhaps we will have to give up the baby making process for the time being, if not forever.
Anyway, I start on my oral meds tomorrow, lets see how they make me feel and perhaps I should try and get some sleep before I fall into a bigger bundle of poo and end up in a worse situation.
More later......
Not only were we pregnant, then miscarriaged, but also going through the process of purchasing a new home (which is still occuring) and now due to the stress of everything and the trauma that my body has just gone through I have this on top of everything.
Mum and Dad were arriving in a matter of days, we were sorting our financial documents and driving backwards and forwards into our major town which is about an hours drive to see the mortgage broker and the bank etc and I couldn't drive.. I couldn't see much to drive because of the 70% loss of vision in my right eye (same as last time July 2010).
Did I tell anyone? No, I just kept trudging on, putting up with the pain and pressure behind the eye and the loss of vision, the head aches but Nurofen became my friend for a few days there.
Mum and Dad left and I managed to find the strenght to talk to Bloke about it who wasn't impressed, and understandably so.
Off to the GP we go! She refers me to an eye specialist in our nearest major town and he then pretty much sends me off to hospital with a few choices..
I can either stay in there for 3 days and get IV Steroids OR I can go into my local hospital three hours a day for three days and receive it.. Hell Yeah!! That saves Bloke the trip into town and I get to go home at night.
So, Wednesday I started at our local hospital on 1g of Methyl Prednisolone IV for three hours, then Thursday and now today Friday was my last IV.
Frankly right now I feel like shit.. I havent really had much sleep, I cant really sleep.. I am bloated and feel like this is what it would have been like to be pregnant (lesson learnt). I am feeling nausious, it's almost 1am and I have attempted to sleep but to no avail.. Hence I guess why I am here.
So, now I go onto 100mg of Prednisolone (oral) for 2 weeks - 4 x 25mg tablets a day.. Seems like a lot doesnt it? Then a visit to the eye specialist in a month and a visit to a new neurologist in town which I am sure is going to be a LOAD of fun and may result in me having to discuss and make a decision on permanent drugs which will require a daily injection - frankly not something I am keen on.
I guess considering I have been episode free for 2 years that is a bonus, must mean I was doing something right before we fell pregnant, which leads me to think that perhaps we will have to give up the baby making process for the time being, if not forever.
Anyway, I start on my oral meds tomorrow, lets see how they make me feel and perhaps I should try and get some sleep before I fall into a bigger bundle of poo and end up in a worse situation.
More later......
Welcome to the world of MS Jack Osborne
I've read in the news recently that Jack Osborne, son of famous musician Ozzy Osborne and his wife Sharon has been diagnosed with MS after getting Optic Neuritis (large percentage loss of vision in either eye) which is how I was initially diagnosed.
Whilst you wouldnt wish this condition on your worst enemy, it's a shame that it can't be curable and those of us that have the condition have to take the good with the bad.
This now leads me onto my next blog......
BTW, Jack.. Good luck with your treatment, I hope it all goes alright for you..
Whilst you wouldnt wish this condition on your worst enemy, it's a shame that it can't be curable and those of us that have the condition have to take the good with the bad.
This now leads me onto my next blog......
BTW, Jack.. Good luck with your treatment, I hope it all goes alright for you..
Sunday, June 24, 2012
This might get a bit personal... Read with caution!
I guess it's safe to reveal that, whilst not trying, Bloke and I recently encountered our first pregnancy.
At first I thought nothing of being "late" and it wasn't until I had a conversation about constipation (of all things!) with a dear friend who is going though IVF that the penny dropped that I could actually be pregnant.
I thought, "hang on... I am constipated" ssooooooo, then and only then did I put two and two together and got 46 chromosomes..
Now bare in mind that I thought that my plumbing didn't work. We knew that Bloke was in working order cause he has living, walking, driving, talking proof of that (albeit it was 21 years ago), I on the other hand had myself convinced that I didn't have what it would take to foster the environment for a foetus, little did I know!
The following day after a discussion with Bloke about the prospect of us being pregnant, I trudged down to the only Pharmacy in town wearing dark glasses and a hoody and after walking around for a while I figured I looked suspicious and decided to disguise my voice to ask the young lady behind the counter where they have hidden the pregnancy tests. I swear it's a conspiracy!
Home I go with little brown paper bag in hand, and with Bloke waiting nerviously in the loungeroom, I locked myself in the toilet armed with a little bit of stage fright and a good case of nerves. By what seemed like the 10 minute mark I managed to pee enough on the stick according to the instructions of which I read numberous times. NOTE: the top of the toilet paper roll is a great makeshift shelf for holding instructions.
So I place the stick on the floor between my feet and wait... and wait... and wait... "Are you ok in their Darl?"... I can see a positive sign and I wait and I wait and I wait.. I think at this point I am either waiting for the positive sign to become a negative again OR I am just frozen stiff in shock. It is winter, my arse could have been frozen to the toilet, but that's highly unlikely..
Eventually I managed to vacate the premises and walk into the lounge room with stick in hand, I had no words, I couldn't speak, I couldn't even say a thing to Bloke to sat patiently waiting for me to emerge from the toilet with an answer, eventually all I could do was to walk over and hand it to him, point at the positive sign and grunt. He's chuffed! So happy he is almost bursting at the seams! Me on the other hand am confused and shocked.
A visit to the GP a few days later confirmed that we were in fact 6 weeks pregnant and due on Australia Day!
So, we go through all the motions of making sure I am eating well, no more alcohol, lots of chocolate, no more soft cheeses or processed meats, boost my vitamin intake and take it easy until our 12 week scan in July.. I have never been pregnant before I didn't even know how to be pregnant! I was sure it couldn't be that hard!
I guess I could afford myself the chance to get a little bit excited about being a Mum, I guess I could allow myself a chance to get used to the fact that Bloke and I would share in the wonders of bringing a child into the world, thank god he had experience cause I was clueless!!
However I suppose as much as you try and as much as you start to get used to an alien growing inside you and the changes your body is going through and how your life is about to change it doesn't make it any easier when you discover that it is not to be and at 8 weeks we had a miscarriage. Devastated! Saddened! There was nothing I could do to prevent it, I was doing everything right but I guess it all boils down to "everything happens for a reason".. EVERYTHING! Even if it is heart wrenching.
Obviously baby wasn't ready for this world.. Baby had to be somewhere else.
I kinda thought that our first ultrasound would show a little blob and we would be able to hear a heartbeat, but it wasn't meant to be. So after going to see the radiologist for our first ultrasound only to find nothing and about 6 days of pain and 9 days bleeding we are going to give it another try and hope like hell that we don't ever have to go though that again.
I reflect on those women that I know that have been though a miscarriage multiple times, some have had up to 8 miscarriages trying to fall pregnant and to create a family and I think about my own experience and I think "it's gotta take a seriously strong and determined woman to go through that more than once".
I also reflect on those women who have gone through a miscarriage alone or without a supportive partner. The pain is sometimes debilitating and whilst I have never been through child birth I have been told that is what it's like.
To those women out there that have gone though a miscarriage more than once, I take my hat off to you, not only do you have to endure the pain, but the feeling of loss, failure that you feel within yourself and disappointment that goes through your mind.
I have learnt a few things from this unfortunate and sad occassion. I will perhaps be a little more thankful of what my body can do.. I will not be quite so shocked next time..
I will be aware that when I am in a waiting room bragging to my partner or parents about being pregnant and finding out the sex of baby that quite possibly somewhere within ear shot there could be a woman that has just got the sad news of losing her baby and she could well be grieving and the last thing she wants to hear is another woman beaming about her first scan. But on the other hand I will be happy for that woman.
But that being said, I will be even more thankful that I have my loving partner beside me with his arm around me hugging me tightly against him and reassuring me that we'll be successful next time. Cause we will!
At first I thought nothing of being "late" and it wasn't until I had a conversation about constipation (of all things!) with a dear friend who is going though IVF that the penny dropped that I could actually be pregnant.
I thought, "hang on... I am constipated" ssooooooo, then and only then did I put two and two together and got 46 chromosomes..
Now bare in mind that I thought that my plumbing didn't work. We knew that Bloke was in working order cause he has living, walking, driving, talking proof of that (albeit it was 21 years ago), I on the other hand had myself convinced that I didn't have what it would take to foster the environment for a foetus, little did I know!
The following day after a discussion with Bloke about the prospect of us being pregnant, I trudged down to the only Pharmacy in town wearing dark glasses and a hoody and after walking around for a while I figured I looked suspicious and decided to disguise my voice to ask the young lady behind the counter where they have hidden the pregnancy tests. I swear it's a conspiracy!
Home I go with little brown paper bag in hand, and with Bloke waiting nerviously in the loungeroom, I locked myself in the toilet armed with a little bit of stage fright and a good case of nerves. By what seemed like the 10 minute mark I managed to pee enough on the stick according to the instructions of which I read numberous times. NOTE: the top of the toilet paper roll is a great makeshift shelf for holding instructions.
So I place the stick on the floor between my feet and wait... and wait... and wait... "Are you ok in their Darl?"... I can see a positive sign and I wait and I wait and I wait.. I think at this point I am either waiting for the positive sign to become a negative again OR I am just frozen stiff in shock. It is winter, my arse could have been frozen to the toilet, but that's highly unlikely..
Eventually I managed to vacate the premises and walk into the lounge room with stick in hand, I had no words, I couldn't speak, I couldn't even say a thing to Bloke to sat patiently waiting for me to emerge from the toilet with an answer, eventually all I could do was to walk over and hand it to him, point at the positive sign and grunt. He's chuffed! So happy he is almost bursting at the seams! Me on the other hand am confused and shocked.
A visit to the GP a few days later confirmed that we were in fact 6 weeks pregnant and due on Australia Day!
So, we go through all the motions of making sure I am eating well, no more alcohol, lots of chocolate, no more soft cheeses or processed meats, boost my vitamin intake and take it easy until our 12 week scan in July.. I have never been pregnant before I didn't even know how to be pregnant! I was sure it couldn't be that hard!
I guess I could afford myself the chance to get a little bit excited about being a Mum, I guess I could allow myself a chance to get used to the fact that Bloke and I would share in the wonders of bringing a child into the world, thank god he had experience cause I was clueless!!
However I suppose as much as you try and as much as you start to get used to an alien growing inside you and the changes your body is going through and how your life is about to change it doesn't make it any easier when you discover that it is not to be and at 8 weeks we had a miscarriage. Devastated! Saddened! There was nothing I could do to prevent it, I was doing everything right but I guess it all boils down to "everything happens for a reason".. EVERYTHING! Even if it is heart wrenching.
Obviously baby wasn't ready for this world.. Baby had to be somewhere else.
I kinda thought that our first ultrasound would show a little blob and we would be able to hear a heartbeat, but it wasn't meant to be. So after going to see the radiologist for our first ultrasound only to find nothing and about 6 days of pain and 9 days bleeding we are going to give it another try and hope like hell that we don't ever have to go though that again.
I reflect on those women that I know that have been though a miscarriage multiple times, some have had up to 8 miscarriages trying to fall pregnant and to create a family and I think about my own experience and I think "it's gotta take a seriously strong and determined woman to go through that more than once".
I also reflect on those women who have gone through a miscarriage alone or without a supportive partner. The pain is sometimes debilitating and whilst I have never been through child birth I have been told that is what it's like.
To those women out there that have gone though a miscarriage more than once, I take my hat off to you, not only do you have to endure the pain, but the feeling of loss, failure that you feel within yourself and disappointment that goes through your mind.
I have learnt a few things from this unfortunate and sad occassion. I will perhaps be a little more thankful of what my body can do.. I will not be quite so shocked next time..
I will be aware that when I am in a waiting room bragging to my partner or parents about being pregnant and finding out the sex of baby that quite possibly somewhere within ear shot there could be a woman that has just got the sad news of losing her baby and she could well be grieving and the last thing she wants to hear is another woman beaming about her first scan. But on the other hand I will be happy for that woman.
But that being said, I will be even more thankful that I have my loving partner beside me with his arm around me hugging me tightly against him and reassuring me that we'll be successful next time. Cause we will!
What would you do for love?
How could anyone in their right mind compare Brynne Edelstein to Lara Bingle?
It must have been a slow news day for The Daily Telegraph..
I was only thinking the other day that we hadn't heard anything from Geoffrey or Brynne.
I would be more inclined to compare Brynne to me.. I am the country version though.. Hangon, let me get this right, I am the lower budget country version.
She moved across the world for the man she loves.
I moved across the state for the man I love.
She likes fine food and wine, I like fine food and wine on a budget.
I wonder how she made new friends when she moved to a new home. I mean she is probably surrounded my hundreds of people, most of them wanting to become her friend for who she is and what she has since she married Geoff. How would she find a “genuine”friend who likes her for her sense of humour or taste in movies or just for her conversation?
That being said, she probably hasn’t got a true friend to hang out with other than Geoff. She does go home to the states every three (3) months to see her family. I don't even see my family that often and I live a six (6) hour drive away. Maybe I need to make more of an effort.
I wonder how she gets on with Geoffrey’s kids...
If she was my friend, I wonder what I would cook if her and Geoffrey “popped over for supper”. My famous Lasagne with a salad on our old wooden dining table that has scratches, bumps and marks with the dogs protesting at the backdoor (like they always do cause they can smell foods) and the cats weaving themselves around her toned legs and designer high heels that are worth more than my ENTIRE wardrobe (including work supplied uniform). Would she mind if I wore a pair of jeans, tshirt and my fleecy slippers to dinner? Or would that be out of the question?
Having just written all of this, I am so thankful for the (modest) life that I have and I am sure to hell she is too. I am sure that we have both done it tough financially, we know what it’s like to struggle, and I appreciate what we have.
In the long run, I guess it all comes down to the power love.
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