This week I had a little bobble on the road to pregnancy health and happiness. The headaches were back full force, along with the floaters in my vision that may or may not be associated with a spike in blood pressure. At some point I found myself in a pharmacy and thought I would use the automatic blood pressure thingy as a way to reassure myself that all was fine.
All was NOT fine, the number was 146/95 which is not an ok number at all. I’m not set to see my doctor for almost another full week so I called the nurse, who flipped out and insisted that I come in immediately.
This was a pain in the ass, because we have one car and it was almost time to get the kids from school. The husband had to take off work, drop me at the doctor, and go get the kids, and even with all the hustle in the world he was still 15 minutes late to get them.
Meanwhile, I’m at the doctor’s office seeing one of my regular doctor’s partners since my doctor was booked. And this woman was so mean. She made me cry.
The blood pressure at the doctor’s office was borderline at 132/89. But–surprisingly–the quick urine test was perfect. The quick urine tests have been better recently, although the 24 hour tests have still been pretty unpleasant, but this is the first completely clear urine test since week 12 of this pregnancy.
Regardless, the doctor was incredibly dismissive about the blood pressure. “Your blood pressure is fine now,” she said, “and blood pressure varies throughout the day, a single bad reading doesn’t mean anything.” And then, “don’t you have a history of headaches anyway? What would make you jump to the assumption that the headaches are preeclampsia instead of your normal headaches?” As if I had insisted on coming in and disrupting her day for no reason.
It was terrible. I don’t want to do the next 24 hour urine, I don’t want to see the specialist, I don’t want to see my regular doctor, I want to just avoid everything until the baby comes in the summer.