It just wouldn't be a trip to Texas without some sort of urgent care visit, would it? Oh no. For, lo, it is impossible for me to come here without some kind of fun medical visit.
I have a lovely, lovely rash that has broken out over my entire body, from neck to toes. If I weren't pregnant, I'm sure I would just wait for it to disappear, but when I'm in charge of myself AND my fetus, I figure I should be on the safe side. Motherhood: Start your sacrificing early.
I went to the urgent care place, (while Meg graciously watched Becca) certain they would take one look at me and tell me to go home and change my laundry detergent. But, the doctor didn't dismiss me so quickly. He kept me there for 2 and a half hours while they took a variety of different blood samples and asked me ten million questions with a very puzzled look on his face. In fact, he spent a good two minutes just sitting there, sort of half-heartedly staring at my reddened arm and not moving or talking. He even called my O.B. back in Maryland to ask some questions.
Since I was feeling really poorly last Saturday through Monday, they wondered if it might be a strep rash. I just thought I was having a few bad pregnancy days. But I think I had something else. I had a bad headache, body aches and sore throat, but nothing that would have made me think it was strep. I thought I was just pregnant and tired. They also wonder if it might be Fifth Disease....a common toddler malady and normally harmless disease EXCEPT in pregnant women. Of course.
But, how could I have fifth disease and Becca NOT? I mean, it is usually kids that GET it. This doesn't make sense.
The blood tests won't come back until next week (the nurse said she has never even heard of a fifth disease blood test, but I have. HELLO! We need a prenatal urgent care center, apparently), so for the time being I'm on penicillin, in case it was strep. And, I'm left to ponder this question: Why is the Universe so against me travelling to Texas?
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