I confirmed that I was able to have shower privileges. Once my IV was changed out yesterday (they switch arms every 4 days). I took my first shower since I was admitted. I know-how can I go a week without showering etc? I'm not dirty/oily/sweaty and didn't care. Then, I saw myself in mirror and felt that my stringy curls (at one point had some breakfast syrup stuck on it!) and mumu gown look was getting old. I think I started to smell sweaty. Sorry TMI, but I really didn't care if I wasn't gonna see anyone but my family. Hmm almost reminds me of how I felt when I first had Lil M! I did shower regularly though b/c I was nursing ;).
So-I was disconnected from my BFFs and got my IV "capped" and my arm taped up like crazy. First time showering and washing hair w/just one arm! First time sitting down in the chair inside the stall, too. The warm shower revived me.
I felt less groggy and changed out into my regular/comfy/trusty t-shirt and pj pants. I feel like me and not some deranged patient.
Same night, nurse ended up giving me my first Nifedipine pill. I guess in addition to me being an irritable gal, so was my lovely uterus! During my routine monitoring session, I had like 6 contractions! My uterus was "irritable". So this does what the Mag. does, too.
Man from someone who has always feared needles/disliked medicines, I've sure had to face my fears recently! Like I said, everyday is a new day.
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