It's taken me a week to get around to writing about it, but last Saturday, at around 10am, I started to have the most PAINFUL abdominal pain, ever. It quickly took over and pulled me down towards the floor. Not knowing what the pain was, or why i was having it, my female self opted for the "see if a hot bath can fix it" technique. It certainly helped a bit, but I was still unable to walk, which meant I turned to the second "fix it" option....a nap!!
A nap didn't help much, although I am so tired all the time recently, I did enjoy it. The pain continued, so I finally picked up the phone to speak to my midwife.
Well, she doesn't work Saturdays... typical! Instead I suppose I shall phone the local hospital for help, which was also equally as useless. My City has a population of about 45,000 people, yet we do not have ANY provisions for giving birth or even essential antenatal care, as the baby unit closed at 3.30pm. GREAT.
Eventually the phone rang through and I reached Dover baby unit. They suggested I go along to see them. Okay, 45 minutes away, fair enough I will drop my 2 year old off at his grandparents, I'm sure we won't be long...WRONG.
They thought it seemed like I had a pulled muscle or ligament. Fair enough. But they tested my urine straight away and there was a "significant amount of blood" in it, they couldn't help there as its not a proper hospital. So I was sent to Margate hospital...another 50 minutes away. GREAT. I puked on the way too, so we had to find a bin to put my puke filled nappy sack in before we went inside the hospital. EW.
Another urine test (man, I'm so glad I can pee on command!) revealed, yet again, I must have a wee infection.
We hung around at Margate for another 3 hours before a foreign male doctor said I needed a speculum, to which I ran out the door. I already knew I had a pulled muscle and a wee infection, I wasn't sure what a speculum would help with?!
Fingers crossed I won't see a hospital again until I give birth!!!
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