...is good news. Right?
Well in terms of me not blogging it is. I have been actually busy having actual adventures... a whole two of them.
Plus after phoning the hospital every day for a week following @SarahAnnGreen's totally fabulous news, I was finally told that although I wouldn't be getting an appointment to see the consultant, I did have a letter in the post.
Cue four days of worriting (our post is crap).
The letter arrived, was hastily ripped open...and then I burst into tears.
Good tears, as you will know if you were on Twitter about 10 minutes later to read my joyous tweetlings.
I need to start taking folic acid and low-dose asprin as soon as I start trying to conceive again, then as soon as I get a positive test it's off to the doctors for a course of progesterone.
I get to choose between this and this.
I'm choosing the second one, I bruise far too easily even without the aspirin!
I'll keep you informed better in future... promise ;-)
Showing posts with label bruises. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bruises. Show all posts
Monday, 15 August 2011
Wednesday, 7 January 2009
I'm a little bit...
...fed up with the fact I've caught the flurgy twice in the last four weeks.
Partly cos it nearly killed me yesterday morning.
I was nicely asleep and having a surreal dream about Grandma Mazur (reading too much Stephanie Plum methinks) when I was woken up by a sneeze.
I reached down to the box of tissues...empty.
I woke up Anthony to check his side for tissues...nada.
So I hauled myself out of bed to go downstairs to the bathroom and grab some toilet roll.
Except the fact I was still rather sleepy meant that I didn't put my left foot where I should have done at the top of the stairs.
This resulted in me sliding down the stairs on my right side and landing in a heap at the bottom. (Anthony was out of bed and nearly at the top of the stairs before I hit the bottom).
Ow.
Ow, ow, ow, ow, OW!
These are the stairs that I went sliding down (note the white marks on the edges of the bottom seven stairs).
Below you can see what my right calf and right thigh looked like just afterwards (those white marks on the stairs...the skin from my calf). The swelling on my thigh just kept growing, it was a B cup size before any bruising started to come though.
I trotted off to the doctor (ie Anthony gave me a lift there and then I took 20 mins to do the 5 min walk home) since I'd also banged my head (no bruising there, sorry) and he was quite amazed that I hadn't broken anything (as was I). I just had to wait for the swelling to subside before I tried to spend a large amount of time on my feet. He also said "You'll probably have a little bit of colour change around that swelling in the next few days".
He wasn't wrong.
So for your viewing hilarity I present to you.
Kate's Rainbow Leg (over the course of yesterday afternoon)
The bit above the crescent shape is where it is still swollen (although probably only an A cup now) from a haematoma that is "probably going to take a few weeks to come out properly" - as in the swelling to go and that bit of bruise to come out. Since this is me...the folks in the Center Parcs Spa will probably be wondering how I got that bruise when I go there in March!
Partly cos it nearly killed me yesterday morning.
I was nicely asleep and having a surreal dream about Grandma Mazur (reading too much Stephanie Plum methinks) when I was woken up by a sneeze.
I reached down to the box of tissues...empty.
I woke up Anthony to check his side for tissues...nada.
So I hauled myself out of bed to go downstairs to the bathroom and grab some toilet roll.
Except the fact I was still rather sleepy meant that I didn't put my left foot where I should have done at the top of the stairs.
This resulted in me sliding down the stairs on my right side and landing in a heap at the bottom. (Anthony was out of bed and nearly at the top of the stairs before I hit the bottom).
Ow.
Ow, ow, ow, ow, OW!
These are the stairs that I went sliding down (note the white marks on the edges of the bottom seven stairs). Below you can see what my right calf and right thigh looked like just afterwards (those white marks on the stairs...the skin from my calf). The swelling on my thigh just kept growing, it was a B cup size before any bruising started to come though.
I trotted off to the doctor (ie Anthony gave me a lift there and then I took 20 mins to do the 5 min walk home) since I'd also banged my head (no bruising there, sorry) and he was quite amazed that I hadn't broken anything (as was I). I just had to wait for the swelling to subside before I tried to spend a large amount of time on my feet. He also said "You'll probably have a little bit of colour change around that swelling in the next few days".
He wasn't wrong.
So for your viewing hilarity I present to you.
Kate's Rainbow Leg (over the course of yesterday afternoon)
The bit above the crescent shape is where it is still swollen (although probably only an A cup now) from a haematoma that is "probably going to take a few weeks to come out properly" - as in the swelling to go and that bit of bruise to come out. Since this is me...the folks in the Center Parcs Spa will probably be wondering how I got that bruise when I go there in March!
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