Well, I didn't die, so Here's a post. :)

I guess most of my readers should already know that I had a close encounter with the medical staff at Fletcher Allen at the end of July - a burst ectopic tubal pregnancy that almost killed me. *surprise!* Even though it would probably have been an easier diagnosis if we had known ahead of time, Jim and I are glad we didn't know because we didn't have to go from "Yay we're having a baby" to "Shoot it died and almost killed me!". Instead we went basically from "Yeah medical people, let's not congratulate me until we figure out what's wrong" to "Dude, in retrospect, let's name it Damien."

Anyway I have mixed feelings about the whole hospital visit - while they did technically save my life, it took them about 9 hours to figure out what was wrong with me before surgery, and my GOD the sonogram lady was bitchy about being called in at 3 am. When I told Peach that he said I should've said "Geez I'm so _sorry_, next time I'll try to DIE at a more convenient hour." :) Anyway the lady in the ambulance had already called ectopic pregnancy while they were loading me up. I wonder if they have a private pool & someone calls the next day to find out who was right.

I've heard from a few friends that the St Albans hospital really has it together, and being a non-teaching hospital has more actual staff on hand. I wasn't really shopping for medical options at the time though. "Yes, I'd like to see your quote and that of a few competitors.. what? This isn't Geiko?" Still I am not dead, so FAHC did alright in my book. Well, specifically the xray guy, the first doctor, and the surgeon. Some of the other folks over there I am neutral on, and that ultrasound tech gets an F for bedside manner. Plus, we have decided that passing out = hospital right away, just for future reference.

So I've been gimping around for a week and a half, with little cuts and huge bruises that are starting to be tender now, where they weren't really before. Mama came up last week & cleaned *everything*, then left because I was getting too mouthy. :) (Oh Mama that bread mix rose fine with new yeast, so I think it was just old and Amazon or their vendor did us a disservice sending us aged Hodgeson Mills products.) I thought I'd spare you the photograph I have of my internal organs, unless I get some requests. Instead, here is a picture of our other demon child - Balthazar. :)

(one of these things is not where it should be)