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  • Dear Nathan

    We had this conversation while I got Isaac ready for bed. It was not an email conversation, this is what we were yelling across the room to each other.

    Yes, we are weird.

    ‘Dear Nathan:
    Please stop hiding the baby wipes.
    Love Veronica’

    ‘Dear Veronica:
    Please stop giving me thrush.
    Love Nathan’

    ‘Dear Nathan:
    The thrush wasn’t my fault.
    Love Veronica’

    ‘Dear Veronica:
    It was your f…ing fault.
    Love Nathan’

    ‘Dear Nathan:
    Suck it up and eat the damn yogurt already.
    Love Veronica’

    ‘Dear Veronica:
    I don’t see why I should have to eat yogurt when I hate the stuff and it makes me … — dotdotdot ugh. Also, it was your fault.
    Love Nathan’

    ‘Dear Nathan:
    I didn’t have symptoms when we had sex, so really, it’s not my fault.
    Love Veronica’

    ‘Dear Veronica:
    Splutter splutter.
    Love Nathan’

    ‘Dear Nathan:
    Thinking of blogging this. What do you say?
    Love Veronica’

    ‘Dear Veronica:
    I don’t care.
    Love Nathan.’

    ‘Dear Nathan:
    I’m going to.
    Love Veronica’

    ‘Dear Veronica:
    This is all your fault.
    Love Nathan.’

    ‘Dear Nathan:
    I love you.
    Love Veronica’

    ‘Dear Veronica:
    I love you too. Except when you give me thrush.
    Love Nathan’

    ‘Dear Nathan:
    You know where the cream is.
    Love Veronica’

    ‘Dear Veronica:
    Internet is down. Email cannot be sent.
    Love Nathan.’

    ‘Dear Nathan:
    I was sending these by snail mail!
    Love Veronica.’

    ‘Internet dead. Beep beep beep.’

  • How to tell if you’re getting Mastitis.

    You might wake up with a sore breast. ‘Hmmmm, probably a blocked duct’ you’re likely to think. ‘Must express on that side today.’

    You feed the baby on that side (or toddler) and carry on about your day.

    A little while later (in my case it was about 60 minutes – not very long) you start to feel very tired. Your breast hurts and your back/shoulders ache a little and you’d really like a nap. Not too long after that, you find yourself curled up on the couch feeling progressively worse. Your head hurts, your skin hurts, everything is happening so fast and MAN do you feel sick.

    Maybe by now your breast has been cleared of blockages and isn’t hurting so much.You still feel shocking though.

    You probably have mastitis.

    ‘The books’ all say that mastitis is an infection in your breast (correct) and that you will generally feel a lumpy painful patch (not always correct. I had pain without the lumps) with a red area.

    Just to clarify, a red area in your breast doesn’t look as if you have been slapped or spent too long with your breasts in front of the heater, which is what I was expecting the first time I got mastitis. A red area actually looks like a patch of skin where you can see that the tiny little blood vessels are more pronounced. It’s not terribly noticeable unless you’re looking for it.

    My advice:

    Get yourself to a Doctor, Urgent Care, the Emergency Room, whatever. Get yourself there as fast as you can. By the time you realise you have mastitis, you probably shouldn’t be driving. All you want to do is sleep and shake and probably cry. If you can, get someone else to drive you.

    You need antibiotics as soon as possible.

    Mastitis makes you really sick, really fast. Like, REALLY fast.

    In general, I find the books telling you that it feels like ‘flu like symptoms’ to be a little misleading. Yes there are the muscle aches and the exhaustion and the temperature. But for me, all my flu’s have started with the mother of all head colds and then moved into my chest. Mastitis is like flu, but without the flu.

    Today I woke up with a sore breast. I fed Isaac on it twice (crying the whole time, my infection was right behind my nipple and it was excruciating). When I started feeling too sick to sit up I thought I was just tired. Then it clicked in my head that I needed antibiotics. This is my 3rd (or 4th?) bout of mastitis ever, so I had antibiotics knocking around in the fridge ‘just in case’.

    [I might be silly sometimes, but no one tell me I don’t know how to self medicate. I have EVERYTHING hanging around in the fridge, just in case.]

    I took an antibiotic and 2 Panadeine and headed to the shower to express. I needed a shower anyway, seeing as how Isaac vomited on my face this morning. If you’ve got a breast pump (I don’t) a heat pack [or hot face washers] and pumping will work too. You need to keep that breast as empty as possible.

    DO NOT STOP FEEDING THE BABY

    Regardless of how bad it hurts, keep feeding the baby. Mastitis turns really nasty if you don’t keep the breast empty.

    I am spending today curled up on the couch with a blanket. Isaac has been good and Amy is busily running in and out of the house with Nathan.

    Incidentally, if you have EDS, because of poor body temperature control, a temperature will generally be seen by the doctor that is within normal range. My temperature during the last bout of mastitis was 37.3C and the doctor said ‘normal’. However, because my body temps are generally only 36.5C (ish) it was raised for me. After I had Isaac, the midwives kept checking that I was indeed, feeling okay because my blood pressure was only slightly above dead AND my temps were low. The joys, right?

    So here ends my public service announcement of the day. I’m off to eat painkillers and curl up sick now. Thank god dinner is in the slow cooker already.

  • Potty Training

    Dear Collective Power of the Internets,

    Potty training. What’s the deal with that?

    Now I wasn’t going to talk about potty training here, but I am so freaking sick of it.

    Amy will not poo in the potty or on the toilet. She’s dry all day with accidents being very rare. BUT, if she needs to poo, she will ask (scream, wail, cry) for a nappy so she can poo.

    I have no idea how to proceed. She understands everything we say, but flat down refuses to poo in anything other than a nappy.

    Things that haven’t worked so far:

    Bribes
    Stickers
    Reward charts
    Chocolate
    Growling
    Pleading
    Crying
    Ignoring
    Ice-cream
    More Bribes

    Things that have worked:

    Uh. Nothing. She has never pooed in a potty. Ever.

    So. You guys have a ton of collective knowledge between you. What worked for you?

    Note: If we refuse to put a nappy on her, she will just wail, scream and cry and then not poo at all. At least, not until we put her in a nappy for bedtime. I’m not prepared to have her just in knickers overnight because she wets the bed between 2-4am and seriously, we’re not getting enough sleep as it is without adding in wetting the bed stress. She is not constipated, she is just stubborn.

    Sigh.

  • Annoying Shit

    I’m losing weight, yet my stretchmarks are getting bigger. The ones behind my knees are shocking. Thank god I can’t see them.

    Having sex makes my hips hurt like a mo’fo. Not having sex makes my head want to explode just a little.

    My skin tears. In uh, intimate places. Let me tell you, that’s just a shitload of fun right there. Can’t have sex cos of my hips, can’t masturbate because of my skin. Anyone know how to make dirty dreams happen? What I wouldn’t give to be 14 again and able to orgasm through my jeans with just some heavy pashing.

    Putting on a support bandage in order to stop my knee dislocating again, only to dislocate my wrist in the process. Then having my OTHER knee sublux.

    Do you think, if I asked nicely enough, I could trade this body in for a newer model?

    ***

    Also, Tiff’s daughter Immy is in hopsital with bad facial cellulitis. If you could head over and give her a hug or something, I would greatly appreciate it. She hasn’t gotten a post up about it, but you can find her on Twitter if you like.

  • Ehlers Danlos Awareness Month

    It’s EDS awareness month, which I am doubting is taken seriously enough in Australia. Goodness knows that doctors everywhere seem to be hideously undereducated about EDS.

    We are not freaks. Not all of us can contort ourselves into a tiny little package, nor does ‘skin involvement’ necessarily mean that we can stretch our skin great amounts. My skin involvement is simply a bunch of stretchmarks showing up for no reason at all and getting worse, despite me not gaining any weight, the worst of them are at the back of my knees. I injure easily, take forever to heal and my scars stay purple for ages, before turning silver and widening/raising (there is a medical word here that I have forgotten). Also, you can generally find bruises all over me, even if I haven’t done anything to myself. My most recent ones were on the back of my hand (seriously, wtf?) and an orange sized one on the back of my calf. I’m also stretchy in my skin, but with everything else, it seems like nothing much. Sigh

    Most of us don’t even realise we are different when our fingers bend back further and our elbows hyper-extend. I showed my brother a photo album of EDS photos the other day, only to have him reply ‘What’s so special about that? And that? And that one?’ Well nothing, IF YOU HAVE EDS. If you don’t, you’re left looking at the flexi people and thinking, ‘that looks like it hurts.’

    I think one of the most common misconceptions about EDS is that our dislocations don’t hurt. Unfortunately, our dislocations DO hurt just as much as a sport/injury induced dislocation that you might have suffered. Even more unfortunately, our dislocations happen more easily and more often that normal people. It’s just the way it goes.

    There is a huge range of abilities within the same EDS spectrum. Some people are only very mildly affected, while others may experience worse symptoms and be unable to do everyday things.

    I suppose that it makes sense that I am having a crash* in the middle of EDS awareness month. What better way to make everyone aware than feeling like shit for a while? Not a very pleasant way, unfortunately.

    Oh well. I do know that a bunch of Tasmanian doctors are getting a crash course in EDS management simply because of my diagnosis. Like BendyGirl said, if me getting a diagnosis helps just one other person going through what I’m going through, then it’s worth it. It sucks, but it sucks more to be told it’s all in your head.

    Video via BendyGirl.

    To find out more about EDS and HMS (Hypermobility Syndrome), you can visit here or here.

    *A crash generally happens when I’ve been pushing myself too hard. Getting over one pre children used to leave me in bed for a week, just sleeping and resting. Post children is a slightly different matter, as bed rest is something hard to come by. I reckon this crash is just caused by 4+ months of sleepless nights catching up with me (late pregnancy is not conducive to sleeping through the night any more than having a newborn baby) and keeping the household running/fed/clean(ish).