Saturday, August 14, 2010

Holding...

Back at triage just briefly today to get my second round of steroids. What a difference. Yesterday's nurse came at me with that needle like she was in a fencing match. She never swabbed my arse with alcohol, she gave no warning. It hurt like hell.

Today's nurse rocked. I don't know what she did. It was like she was tapping my butt the whole time and she had me take two deep breaths. I never even realized the needle went in. All the sudden... Done. Some nurses are just super awesome at what they do. She was and I told her so.

Anyhow. A shot, a half hour on the monitor and I was out of there. Still having small runs of contractions. Nighttime seems to be the worst-- probably because of hydration.

Anyhow, here is a pic of my old friends. How I dread these damn machines. And do they really need to be on so damn tight? Ouch.

3 comments:

jenn said...

Yikes- here's to good nurses. Hoping for some easy days (and nights) for you

Jenae Freed said...

I hope your holding up ok. have had the good nurse bad nurse experience myself, they really do make a world of difference. love to you all

sara said...

Those darn things always do seem way too tight. I swear they were a torture device in a previous lifetime. I hope that this is the last photo for several weeks I have to see of you strapped to that pesky thing. Here's to many uneventful weeks ahead!