I may be some time....

[prufrock]

Just been called by my lovely midwife to say that my LFT results are "deranged" and the registrar wants to admit me immediately. I swore to myself I would never spend another night in the Royal London Hospial, but it seems I have no choice. Doctor is saying it isn't necessarily Obstetric Cholestasis (because aparently that doesn't start until 32 weeks - my arse) so I am going in their armed with all my research and previous notes to do an education job.
Hopefully I'll be back soon. I know I wanted to leave work early but I didn't want to do it like this.....

Crumbs, just spotted this Prufrock (does anyone else find Active Messages or Last Day's Messages does not always work consistently?) and REALLY hope you are OK. Thinking of you all.

I'm back again. If ever I disappear from Mumsnet for more than a day please please please raise a posse and come and break me out from the Talbot ward of the RLH, which is the most soul destroying place in the world.
Finally saw my consultant today, who agreed completely with me that there was absolutely no reason to keep me in. If anything is going to happen to this baby it will happen fairly instantly, and nothing they can do in hospital will prevent it. I just have to take the drugs, hope they work, and wait. So back to work tomorrow!

I did however meet a real live Mumsnetter! It was really freaky when I said "have you ever heard of Mumsnet" and she said "Yes". YOu know who you are and thank you very much for helping to keepme slightly sane. And despite being "only" a student I think you were the best midwife on the ward.

oh prufrock, I'm glad you're ok...
who was the mnetter??

Oh Prufrock, I hope you're OK. How awful. Have you left work then? Sod the boss, look after yourself and worry about them much later.

How exciting about the mumsnetter. Who was it, can she tell us?

All the best Prufrock. Glad you managed to escape from the Royal London anyway.

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glad you're back, prufrock. I hope the rest of the weeks of your pregnancy are worry-free. I don't know what you're doing about work, but do keep sight of what you feel happiest doing, and not what your boss wants you to do.

A few times in the last two years I have got talking to a stranger and asked if they have heard of mumsnet - usually the answer is 'no', but it's a jolt to the system when they say 'yes'. It happened to me on holiday once - I was staying in the same complex as another mumsnetter. Not someone who posts regularly (you know who you are). On another holiday I recommended mumsnet to another mother and they now post here (hello if you read this).

hi prufrock, that is excellent news. your boss will be pleased

we will have a swat team on stand by with grappling hooks and ropes and abseiling thingies, who will helicopter in to the roof of the royal london and abseil down till they come to your ward, and then smash in the window and rescue you. they will all be dressed in black with woolly hats and black camouflage type face paint... er that's it if anything else occurs to me i'll post it here

Ooh I've got a camouflage top that I run in plus black leggings so I'm almost there, oh and a black baseball cap - so I'll act as a decoy for the staff to chase, while the rest of the team leg it in to save you.

Seriously, hope the drugs work & you stay as well as poss. xx

Ooooh - please can I come and visit if you have to go in - I promise I will visit M&S or Fortnums and stop you up with lots of goodies. XXX

If you need anything at all just email - and to be honest - don't worry about work - as my old boss used to say - I'm not coming in unless I have to, if I were hit by a bus tomorrow they would mourn for a while and then replace me - hoorah have lived by that motto ever since!!

Big hugs and I hope you are feeling better. XXX

Glad you're out Pru, BK forgot to say the rescue would have to take place under cover of darkness, but hope you manage to stay out from now on. Lots of love xxxx

Prufrock, thank goodness you're out and about. Would that Mumsnetter have been another Mumsnetter's sister by any chance?

Don't think so Marina - you mean there's more than one at the RLH.

Haven't gone to work today - boss was really nice when I called. And he's said that from now on tehy are presuming I am not there for day to day stuff so whenever I do go in I can concentrate on tieing up loose ends and showing other people everything I know.

Now you have to forgive the awful stereotyping I'm doing here but I just have to tell you how awful this place was.
In my bay of 6 we had:
2 Bengali's, one of whom didn't speak English - and I mean not a single word, couldn't even respond to "would you like milk and sugar". The other one had a very heavy cockney accent and was lovely - ended up being used as an unoffiial interpreter - but was only 24 and on her 4th kid.
One young Brazillian girl. V. sweet, totally loved up with her boyfriend (who was quite gorgeous) but with that innocent naivety only first time mothers have. She was being almost as precious about carrying bags and stuff as I was first time round!
One woman from Kent having a c section at 30 weeks who was lovely but got very irate about "them Indians" spilling water on the floor when they rinsed themselves in the loo. One morning she went and mopped the loos up herself and walkedback through the ward saying very loudly that she'd chucked all the jugs in the bin so that would stop their filthy habits.
An Eastender, who insisted to everyone she was "dy beh ic" (she had gestational diabetes). She described her diet (and that of her kids) to the dietician as "Mcdonalds, Kentucky, oh and sometimes we'll have a pizza" She got really annoyed when the midwives told her she shouldn't be eating chocolate biscuits, Mars bars and coke and at one point came out with the line "Nah, I can't av potatoes 'cos they're full of grease innit?" What really annoyed me about her though was that after creating because she had to wait a day to see an "asthma doctor 'cos me chest's really tight" she toddled off downstairs for a fag.
And then there was me, huddled in my corner of the stuffy room, itching like buggery (I can hardly walk today because I've scratched the soles of my feet so much). I had to turn down offers of Piriton every 5 minutes (thank God I'd taken in the piece of research which proves it's useless) and being strapped to a monitor twice a day to show that ds is OK. Unfortunately ds is also incredibly active so we kept on losing the heartbeat which always made me panic, and the monitoring doesn't prevent or warn of the little thing dropping dead of a heart attack at any moment.
But my consultant is wonderful (and he'll take me on privately after we move), I'm home now, the drugs seem to be helping, I've just read the last weeks postings (God I've missed Mumsnet). MIL has gone home, dd shouted Mummy, Mummy and ran to hug me when I got in and I have a cupboard full of treats that dh didn't have chance to bring to me in hospital.

Prufrock, I do hope the medicine is working and that you and the baby are feeling better already. Hospital sounds like a nightmare--good material for writing a novel! Thinking of you. Stay well.