Move that body: Very slow 2-mile walk
Two days and no blog posts.
Two days of living on nothing but carbs and Gatorade. Two days of doing no more than getting up from the couch to the bed to the bath tub.
Two days of a wicked – still lingering – acid reflux flare-up.
You see, in the past, I’ve had issues with acid reflux flare-ups. I can go months upon months without a problem and then BOOM! I’m incapacitated with pain and nausea. I can be sidelined for days – even with the help of popular OTC medicines. For a while, I took a daily acid reflux medicine but stopped when refills ran out.
I’ve been surprised that I haven’t had many problems with heartburn and acid reflux throughout this pregnancy. In fact, I can only recall one minor situation that left me a bit whiny … and that’s it. On Wednesday, though, I started to feel it creep on and progress throughout the evening. I was thoroughly uncomfortable come bed time and baby boy’s “Riverdance” audition only made it worse. I didn’t sleep. At. All. I tried to brave work Thursday, only to leave an hour later. I called the doctor hoping to get some meds (I had tried Pepcid and Tums) but hadn’t heard back by 2 p.m. at which point I was crying in pain from any movement.
And that’s when Mark decided to take me to the hospital where I got a numbing GI cocktail, an IV nausea med and a directive to get Prilosec and sent on my way.
I was also told that I had tiny arms and veins – at which point I told the nurse that it was the only point in the pregnancy that I’ve been called tiny. I might have felt like death but I still had a sense of humor.
I’m progressively feeling better, waking up this morning with a pain level of 4 (down from 9). I was even a bit hungry and able to make Mark breakfast. Hopefully, I’ll have more fun things to share in the coming days.