There is something in the air at Club Denistone, and I haven’t wanted to blog about it in fear of jinxing it. Suffice it to say that if you’re in the mood for crossing your fingers and sending some luck our way, it would be greatly appreciated.
Something I can tell you about, is our adventures last night. Sensitive readers may want to look away, because there is yucky stuff involved.
I have reached the second trimester, and am (apparently) supposed to start to feel better.Until last night, I was waiting in naive hope that my energy levels would increase, and my all day constant companion of nausea would fly away. Yesterday I spent a lovely day with Mandy, pottering about the house, having tea and cake, shopping, and cooking. We even dyed some yarn. After she left, I was pretty tired, and aware that I had probably pushed myself a bit too much. Until about 11pm, I barely left the couch, and was feeling worse and worse. Just after 11, I dragged myself into bed, and then had to race to the bathroom to throw up. Usually, after I throw up, I start to feel better immediately, so I washed my face and crawled back to bed.
Within 10 minutes, I was hurling again, and every 10 minutes after that for the next two and a half hours. At 1.30pm, I had had enough, and was ready to kill myself to stop the vomiting. Mark drove me to hospital.
I was so dehydrated that they had trouble finding a vein, David the 12 year old doctor had to dig about in the back of my hand for a few minutes before giving up and trying my right hand. Eventually he found a vein and took some blood (I am so very brave – I didn’t pass out), and then a nurse cam in with a miracle cure that had me feeling better within seconds of the shot.
An hour or so on a drip, and they offered me a choice of admission, or going back home. I chose home, and we were tucked up in bed just after 3am.
Apparently what I have is called hyperemesis. And it might go away today, or last for several months. The horror…
Disco Knitter 
My fingers and toes are crossed for the good luck.
I’m sorry to read about your being unwell. I’m hoping it will go away today, myself.
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Oh Lara – I will keep my fingers crossed for you.
We will miss you at BM Kntters’ Group this arvo, but I’ll be thinking of you.
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everything is crossed here, was worrying about you, I’m sorry it is so yukky.
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You poor bugger – how awful for you. Will think positive thoughts for you.
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Oh such a tiny % and you are ‘lucky’ enough to be in that %. Worth a ticket in Tatts really. Hope you are feeling better SOON. Yes, doctors, police officers and pilots all appear to be recruited from Primary schools these days!!!
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Eeeek! Sorry to read this.Hope your quick response to drug means that this won’t continue to be a problem. Hugs from Leichhardt & Lilyfield.
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Twas scary. I don’t think I’ve ever seen my love feeling so terrible. And I didn’t know what to do. I wish I hadn’t take the advice of the triage nurse to not bring her in immediately when I first called the hospital. Lara is so brave, and strong. And I love her dearly.
Oh, and she asked me to thank you all for your kind words and thoughts.
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Ooh, get well Lara! I will be sending unsick vibes in your general direction. Despite all of this, I swear it will be worth it! At least until the child is a teenager!!
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Here’s hoping it ends sooner rather than later! Feel better.
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Mark, you’re probably feeling nearly as daunted by this whole process as Lara is. But I did read somewhere that the greatest gift a father can give his children is to love their mother. So I think Ampersand is in for a pretty good life.
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awww man – that sucks!
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Hope you are both feeling better and calmer! Sending many happy vibes.
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You poor thing!! I hope it passes quickly. Rest up!
your pal
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Lara, I hope you start to feel better soon. Morning sickness is the pits, and all day sickness is even worse.
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I am sending you some of my good luck mojo left over from when I was 12 and wished my family would win the lottery & we then won $5k and went on holiday to Mexico. I have also performed the anti-vomiting dance for you since I would personally rather experience trepanning than vomit after a particularly nasty bout of glandular fever in my early 20’s that left me severely starved & dehydrated in the middle of summer.
Hopefully both mojos should find their way to you shortly, although it does take awhile for the vibes to get all the way to your house from here.
Stay hydrated & happy.
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