So, I head off to Bethesda last Friday for my NST appointment, leaving the house around 10am. Now, that may not sound early to anyone else, but seeing as how I typically sleep until 8:30 or 9:00am these days (thanks to nights with anywhere from 7-10 bathroom trips...don'tcha just love late pregnancy??), getting out of the house by 10am is somewhat of an accomplishment for me.
Anyway, the NST went very well, got the all-clear from the nurse that everything was fine. Also learned that the reason they check the amniotic fluid levels at each appointment was to ensure the placenta is remaining efficient (good placenta = good fluid levels). One of the concerns from having a two-vessel cord is that the placenta might conk out, so it's good to know that that hasn't become an issue in my case.
Last week's blood test showed that I was STILL not quite therapeutic on the Heparin and I had to adjust my dosage again, which meant that I needed another prescription filled that I decided to pick up at the hospital pharmacy after the NST. Now, I'm quite familiar with Bethesda by now, and I knew that the wait would be a while, so I'd brought a book, some water and juice and a few snacks. Good thing too, since there were SIXTY people in line in front of me....ahhh, the joys of being a patient at a major military medical center!
After a couple trips to the window, it took the pharmacy about 90 minutes to figure out and inform me tell me that "whoops, we don't have anymore Heparin...sorry 'bout that!" Well, that wasn't going to fly with me, it's kind of a major necessity in my case, so I insisted they try to track down the doc who wrote the prescription to clear things up, because they DID have some Heparin, just not in the concentration that was originally prescribed for me. Skip ahead another hour or so, and by now I've talked to the OB department, who paged and talked to the doc working up in the L&D department (thank God she was on duty that day), who sent me back to the pharmacy, where I was given 60-some pre-filled injections of Heparin and told that I needed to give myself nine....NINE....injections per day in order to fulfill my dosage requirements. Uh, yeah, that's most definitely not gonna happen.
So, I make my way back up to L&D to track down Dr. Wortman and spend about another 30 minutes working with her to clear up the situation. Ultimately, I'm put on a higher concentration because they found vials that could be used, with a lower dosage in a smaller syringe, and I'm sent back to the pharmacy to swap medication (with another wait in line, but this time there are only 20ppl in front of me...wooohooo!). By this time it's about 3pm-ish and while I'm walking back to the pharmacy, the hospital PA system announces a "Code Delta", which from experience I know is a lock-down of the base. Apparently there was a security issue and they even locked down the hospital, no one in or out until the code was cleared. Not a huge deal since I still had to wait at the pharmacy, but at this point I'm starting to lose my sh** because I'm tired, I haven't had a real meal all day, I'm feeling dehydrated, I'm two weeks from my due date and majorly hormonal, and I'm feeling every inch of physical discomfort from walking all over the hospital.
Ultimately, I work out the Heparin problem, and they finally release the Code Delta shortly after 4pm. It takes me about half an hour to get off the base (normally it's about 3 minutes from parking garage to the gate), and oh by the way, it's pouring rain and we've officially entered the DC rush hour time period....I'm facing about a two-hour drive home (would normally take about 45 minutes on a good traffic day). I was doing my best to keep my emotional cool, I kept telling myself that things could be so much worse, at least I was heading home and hadn't been admitted to the hospital with pregnancy problems, etc.
Just as I was about to convince myself that the day was almost over, I was almost safely home where I could get back into my PJs, elevate my leg and figure out a good takeout place to get a warm meal....I rear-ended the car in front of me on the DC beltway!! YAY JEN! Way to make your rotten day even worse!
Fortunately traffic was still very much stop-and-go, so I wasn't moving more than 10-15 mph and none of the airbags deployed, either in my car or the other. Other than being REALLY ticked off at myself, I was physically fine...his car has some paint damage on the bumper and the license plate was a bit bent, whereas Bob's truck actually seemed to be a bit more damaged on the bumper (the EZ Pass transponder is most likely inoperable now) so who knows how this will shake out financially. The other driver said his neck felt a little stiff from the impact, which I guess I can understand since he certainly wasn't
expecting to be hit from behind, and he said he'll check with his "regular chiropractor" to see if there is any problem. I asked him several times whether we should call 911 and he turned me down each time, and after exchanging insurance info he drove right off...while I sat in the truck and completely lost it. Long day, late-pregnancy hormones, first accident I've ever been 100% responsible for, tired, achy, annoyed, irritable, etc. made for some serious tears, that's for sure!
I talked with our insurance company today and the adjuster had heard back from the other driver that he's probably wanting to get covered on the damage to his car. He'd originally told me (and Bob, later) that his was a used car and he'd probably not make a claim, but I didn't believe that for a second. At this point, the adjuster said he hadn't made any comments about needing to make a claim for medical coverage, so I'm hoping that he's physically okay and this won't blow up into something ridiculous. Oh, and here is the big coincidence: the guy I hit, is a neighbor who literally lives about 6 doors down from us. Can you believe it? Twenty miles away on the DC beltway, and I happen to rear-end a neighbor. Irony...you suck.
So, that's the tale of my awful Friday last week. Thanks for reading if you've made it all the way through, and hopefully this will become something we can laugh at later. Bob and I are sort of laughing now, but mainly because it could have been a MUCH worse accident and we both realize that "accidents happen". I'm still mad at myself, we certainly didn't need this headache at this point in our lives, but I figure if this is the first fender-bender I've had in almost 20 years of driving, that's not too bad. Granted, I have no plans on repeating anything like it, but I do need to cut myself a little slack.
I'll do another post later, because there is news on the baby front! Still pregnant, but suffice it to say that we don't have much longer to wait at all...