Okay I am going to rant a little because I want to get it off my chest before my husband comes home tonight (ha ha).
I have been sick since Sunday afternoon/evening. I am still trying to get over it. Well I began having diarrhea the other night. So my first thought was "Uh oh, if this keeps up I might get dehydrated". It's been a few days since the diarrhea started (but it only happens in the evening and happens off and on throughout the night) so I called yesterday to make an appt at the drs (military) and they said sorry there were no openings so I could go to the ER or try again later to try and get in for the next day (today). Then they said they'd have a nurse call me back that day for options and such.
No call. Today (about 1 1/2 hours ago) I finally got a call from the nurse. She asked if she was talking to Katie and I said yes she was. Then she begins talking to me, stops and goes "Wait, you're name's not Katie." and I told her yes it is. Then she goes "No, Katie's the name of your child...hmm what is your name...?" and I kept telling her no my name is Katie. Seriously?!
Anyway, she finally realizes I am Katie (gah!) and then begins asking how I'm feeling and I told her I've been sort of light headed today but I have been drinking plenty of water (that's all I've been drinking these past few days, other than a milkshake a day...ha cravings). Then she said that the diarrhea is a concern and that she's looking to see if they can fit me in for an appt today. Oh wait there's no openings! AGAIN! GAH! So she tells me my options are I can either go up to the drs and wait in the waiting area and HOPE they can squeeze me in or go to the ER because they don't want me going into the weekend like this. Oh and also this nurse had no idea what medicines I could take while pregnant. I thought all nurses were suppose to have a general idea.
I asked her if I were to go up and wait does she know how long it would be because I have my 2 year old with me and my husband is out in the field training the British who are here and odds of him getting off work were slim. Then the line went dead. Stupid dropped calls! Ha ha. Anyway, so I don't get another call back and I try calling back but only get VM. UGH! So I decided that I will try and get a hold of my husband and see if there's anyway he can come back home to take care of Lorelei while I go wait or go to the ER.
He miraculously picks up the phone and says he will ask but he doubts he can get off. About 5-10 minutes later he calls back saying that because his weapon is checked out there's no way he can get off work. That really got to me because I told him I most likely had to go to the ER for possibly being dehydrated and all they can say is oh sorry. UGH!
So now it's 1 PM and I still have yet to receive a call back and my older daughter gets out of school at 3:30 when I need to meet her at the bus stop. SO I am going to keep drinking my water, take a nap when my younger daughter does, and go to the ER when DH gets home so I don't have to drag the kids there and listen to them whine about being bored or screaming because I am on a bed and they can't be up there.
I would ask someone to watch Lorelei while I went, but the only one willing to (that Lorelei would also be okay with staying with) lives 30+ minutes away and she and her husband share a car (which he has at work). Oh how I just wish they would be considerate of families. And now I worry that if I go into labor and he's out in the field...what's gonna happen!!!
Okay, that's my rant. Thanks for letting me get that off my chest!