Yea gods Starlight! What a shocking story.
If anyone has to go/has been to Nottingham Queens Med, it's a different story. Well, it was for me anyway. When I turned up last week after having a big bleed in the car park, they got me some paper knickers (most comfy actually!) and provided pads too.
Still feeling rubbish, still bleeding quite a bit, still passing clots (sorry if TMI).
Don't feel like eating much other than choccy (feel justified as someone mentioned national choccy week!).
Had to stop myself looking in the baby books to see what bean would have looked like this week. It was my little ritual on a Monday.
I seem to be rather grumpy, and I don't think poor DH knows quite what to do. I'm trying hard to be nice, honest!
I actually went into the outside world today, after the cat decided he had a wee problem (bless). Went to the vets, two injections and a bill later and he seems to be feeling better
I am dreading going back on market. I don't feel like being all smiley. If anyone makes any sort of comment like "don't worry, it's so common" or "you'll get pg again soon" or "well, it wasn't a baby yet" I may lose my rag. I have had the latter comment from someone who should have known better. Grrrr!
Hey ho.
DH starts his cancer treatment again on Thursday. Hopefully it will just be 3 weeks this time, but it's going to be a much bigger dose than before. Fingers crossed they sort it this time.
Big hugs and gooey cakes to everyone.
Grinningbee