Hi Derbee
You are correct on your unspoken implication that I don't know. I'm just assuming.
I understand KM was dehydrated and retching the first time she was admitted to hospital.
I'm assuming doctors didn't wait until she was throwing up blood before she was admitted.
Assuming she didn't have ketones of 3+ like me.
Assuming she didn't lose 10% of her weight in 10 days.
Assuming she didn't wake up in the night because her bed was flooded with IV fluid because the nurse had been fiddling with the canula that the phlebotomist had done a superb job with.
Assuming the nurses didn't forget to give her her IV fluids.
Assuming she could sleep in the night, because there wasn't a terrified old lady with dementia across the corridor, screaming and crying; that scared nurses wouldn't barge into her 6-person ward in the night, frantically looking for the registrar because something had gone very wrong during a delivery; assuming there wasn't a teenage couple in the next bed to her, having sex, the girl in early labour.
I'm assuming the staff knew who she was and they didn't just stick their head through the door and bark: MIDDLETON? IS MIDDLETON HERE?
I'm assuming the nurses made sure she had access to food so she could try to eat, and that she didn't miss any meals. I'm assuming that she wasn't expected to walk to the refectory (hospital rules, you see) even though she might have been far too weak to stand up, let alone walk the distance dragging an IV, or simply passed out from the drugs.
I'm assuming some nurses didn't treat her like a nuisance and / or a piece of dirt.
I'm assuming the discharging nurse didn't say, in horror, "we can't give you any medication, have you not heard of thalidomide?", having spent days in hospital being pumped full of life-saving drugs without any explanation regarding their side effects or possible effects on your baby.
I'm assuming she wasn't discharged without medication, being told by the doctor to "eat little and often and try ginger", only to be admitted in an even worse state a couple of days later.
I'm assuming she didn't have to drag herself to work, a mixture of being high on cyclizine and constantly nauseous, taking trips to the office toilet to painfully spit out bile several times a day. She always looked pretty good after her treatment. Again, assuming.
I'm assuming that she didn't have to shop for food or cook, when even thinking about some foods would make you throw up violently.
I'm assuming people didn't look down on her, patronise her or puzzle about "how bad can it be really? I used to eat crackers and blah blah blah" or "it won't happen with your second because you will be too busy".
So yep. I have assumed that KM's experience of hypermesis was different to mine. The bottom line for me is that the treatment I had saved my life and my child's, and most of the healthcare professionals were wonderful.
Sorry to hear you are suffering with this horrible condition. I hope it passes quickly.