this afternoon was boring and stressful.
As we know, I'm hypertensive anyway, and take medication to keep the blood pressure under control.
this morning I forgot to take it, due to my fiance suddenly keeling over clutching his stomach (I had it a few days ago, it's horrible). He's not one to mention if he's just a bit off-colour, so for him to show pain you know it must be bad.
So when I had my midwife appointment at 2pm, my blood pressure was high. I wasn't expecting it to be quite THAT high though - both numbers were over 100! eeeeek!
She wanted me to go to the hospital, but I don't have a lift to get there and can't afford to pay £30 each way to go by taxi (due to other health issues, public transport isn't an option; and I can't drive) and of course having to go there would put my BP even higher, especially if I had to go alone because fiance's not well enough to move.
So I begged and pleaded and was allowed to spend the whole afternoon in the waiting room at the doctors instead, waiting for my tablets to kick in and my BP to start dropping. It was finally down to 120/90 at 5.20 this afternoon.
in the meantime I got to see the best and worst of parenting. I saw a daddy bringing his wife and newborn in so the mum wouldn't have to hold the baby while he got injected (she said she'd cry too much and distress the baby). I saw a toddler with perfect manners, pick something up and hand it to the owner saying "dropped it!" and a toddler version of "welcome" when she was thanked.
and I also saw 2 brats running around, screaching and yelling and making noise... while their mother ignored them completely and the grandmother weakly saying "don't do that please" which of course was completely ineffective and was ignored.
I have another midwife coming out here to see me tomorrow to check my BP is under control now