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I dislike confrontation, particularly with doctors. Doctors intimidate me. I\u2019ve only had two doctors in the course of my adult life that I\u2019ve loved, trusted and felt comfortable with. One was the doctor at UD; the other was the OB who delivered Sienna<\/a> and who I still go see every time we\u2019re in Dallas. All other doctors somehow manage to make me feel like I\u2019m doing something wrong for being sick\/pregnant\/migrainous (is that a word? It is now.). So usually when I feel that I can no longer see a certain doctor, I just switch doctors. Like a wimp. Without ever telling them why.\u00a0<\/div>\n
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But yesterday, my friend said to me:<\/div>\n
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and I did, because I didn\u2019t want to look like even more of a wimp than I already did.\u00a0<\/div>\n
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I\u2019m glad I did, too, because \u201cDoctor Doom\u201d turned out to be not so doom-ey after all.<\/div>\n
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I told her that the other night was hands-down the worst hospital experience I had ever had, and then explained what had happened when she looked confused. As it turns out, the nurse did not communicate my doctor\u2019s instructions (which had included explanations for why she was ordering certain medications) at all, and the nurse also didn\u2019t communicate anything I was saying back to my doctor.\u00a0<\/div>\n
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My doctor had wanted to start with Imitrex even though she knew it probably wouldn\u2019t work because 1) I had never had it before, 2) it\u2019s always better to try a non-narcotic first, and 3) she wasn\u2019t sure just how bad my migraine actually was. When I started throwing up, the nurse\u2019s garbled communications had made my doctor think that it was a result of the migraine, not the Imitrex. The doctor was worried that the migraine was much worse than she initially feared, so she instructed the nurse to offer me the option of more Imitrex (which probably wouldn\u2019t work) or morphine (which she felt was necessary). She also explained that it was a very small dose of morphine, comparable to about 2 hydrocodone (which is the narcotic I\u2019m used to being given in emergency rooms), just without the Tylenol. None of which explanations were relayed to me, obviously. She also said she hadn\u2019t wanted me to go home with a sleeping pill because my blood pressure was, in fact, elevated (which the nurse did not tell me) and she wanted to keep it down and keep me from driving the hour back to Ave Maria in that much pain, which she didn\u2019t think was safe.\u00a0<\/div>\n
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So the nurse wasn\u2019t exactly the best (though she had nothin\u2019 on Heath Ledger\u2019s JokerNurse). My doctor was very apologetic, agreed that I likely had a sinus infection, and promptly wrote me prescriptions for antibiotics, first-line migraine meds, and painkillers for breakthrough pain. She also said I could take ibuprofen until 35 weeks (yay!).\u00a0<\/div>\n
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All in all, I\u2019m really glad I went in yesterday, because I woke up this morning with a killer sore throat and if I wasn\u2019t already on antibiotics I would not be a happy person. <\/div>\n
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Tragically, though, I can\u2019t spend the day on the couch whining raspily about my throat because I pinky-promised Charlotte that I\u2019d take them to the children\u2019s museum today, and we need to go to Trader Joe\u2019s. So as soon as I finish these quick takes I\u2019ll be hitching up the covered wagon and making the long haul into town.<\/div>\n
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We have a Lincoln Navigator. This is pretty much exactly what it looks like, except ours is way dirtier. Also, we finally decided on what to name the baby. (Well, I decided and the Ogre sort of grunted in a \u201cyes\u201d kind of way.)<\/div>\n
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Why are these two facts related? Because if we somehow found the money to buy a Sienna minivan, we would have two children named after cars.<\/div>\n
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I find that disconcerting, but I\u2019m going to blame the car manufacturers for choosing human names for automobiles.<\/div>\n
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Seriously, what happened to names like \u201cModel T\u201d or \u201cDodge Ram\u201d or \u201cDeLorean\u201d? No one\u2019s going to name their kid \u201cDeLorean.\u201d But Lincoln and Sienna are names! Of actual people! Who I grew in my uterus! It\u2019s annoying. <\/div>\n
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I\u2019m totally stoked that this movie is coming out the same year that our Lincoln will be making his appearance. This movie is like someone said, \u201chow could we possibly make Lincoln more awesome?\u201d and someone else said, \u201cI know! We could make him a vampire hunter!\u201d and then they actually did it. <\/div>\n
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Those sorts of speculative conversations are usually born over a beer or five and then die shortly after. But this one lived, and has become a movie, and made my life better before I\u2019ve even seen it.<\/div>\n
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I can\u2019t wait.<\/div>\n
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