What A Day...
I got to work and began on my never-ending to do list - a hundred emails and phone calls under my belt by the time 9:30 rolled around.
That's when I realized that I was having trouble seeing out of my left eye...no wait, I could barely see anything out of my left eye, and it was actually creeping into my right! I walked down the hall to Krista's office and asked her to look at them, wondering if there was actually something in them that I couldn't see.
Once I told her what was going on, and told her I was dizzy as well she got the "Hmmm" look and told me that she thought I should call the husband - who is a nurse for anyone that doesn't know. I made my way back to my office, sat down and dialed, suddenly realizing that my heart was beating very fast - and by the time the husband got to the phone he says I was slurring my speech and immediately instructed me to go to the nearest hospital.
I hung up with him, called Zig's office, said "Can you take me to the hospital?" and 10 seconds later he was standing in front of me saying "Let's go!"
We made our way to the hospital where I filled out all my paperwork, and Zig stayed with me until the husband drove over from his hospital and they traded off.
*Thanks Zig for being so great about taking me.*
I hate, hate, hate making the husband worry. Seems like I've done it more to him in the past few years than ever before, and I feel so guilty about it.
Anyways, after some assessments the doctor comes in and tells me that they were alarmed at my blood pressure and the other signs I was presenting with (which apparently were classic signs of a stroke), and that when someone is pregnant they have to rule out some stuff right away.
So - shortly after that I had a gallon of blood taken, peed into another itty bitty cup, my blood pressure taken a few dozen more times, and then I went in for a CT scan to eliminate bleeding in my brain. Huh, fun. Their main worry after ruling out a stroke was pre-eclampsia, which is a pregnancy condition.
After a very, very long day in emergency, then in the obstetrics triage, all of my tests came back okay, and they were alright with sending me home, especially since I already have an ultrasound scheduled for Thursday, and my regular appointment on Friday.
Still, it was scary. My mom is not impressed with the fact that they couldn't give me any real idea of what was up with everything, especially losing my vision - and made me promise that if anything else weird happens that I would go to the ER immediately.
Sheesh! Talk about your crappy day! But really, if it gives me a reason to listen to Butterbean's heartbeat galloping along, and prove that they're okay, then I guess that's fine with me.