Hai. Just got out of hospital today. Why is that both my children have tried to kill me whilst still in the womb?
Hai. Just got out of hospital today. Why is that both my children have tried to kill me whilst still in the womb?
Hyperemesis.
I had it last time, morning (read: all day) sickness got so bad that I couldn't hold anything down.
As I understand it, your body goes into something called uraeic shock, which makes you feel even more sick. It's a vicious circle.
Had to go in to get a drip and loads of jags in my bum.
Aw, poor Skweeks.
But you're all right now? Baby too?
I'm ok-ish. I still get nauseous, but I'm able to keep stuff down now. It's just quite hard coping with it mentally, it just seems absolutely relentless.
In true NHS spirit, they never bothered to check the baby as I 'have a scan anyway in 2 weeks time'.
Although in most cases, severe morning sickness like this relates to healthier, heavier babies. (as was the case with Ben lol )
Eat some chicken soup.
That's wot I do when I get the bad morning sickness.
It's a fucking panacea.
@chalice
taking melatonin is for deeper sleep, not for the high.
its a bit like a depressant but with no drowsy hangover.
stopped taking 5htp, was told it hasn't been proven as safe as melatonin tablets.
melatonin is good for the immune system also.
and a mix of day/night shift work gives me jet lag alot, so its just easier to take a tablet that adjusts the sleep cycle when you can't sleep well from having tea/coffee all day or night.![]()
Well done, Allen. You made a comprehensible post and what's more, you didn't even feel the need to edit it. There's hope for you yet, my boy.
I smoke the ganja primarily for the stone, but I'm also a fucking chronic insomniac. If I'm not wopped, I'll toss and turn all night and worry like fuck about the most insignificant shite imaginable. I sleep like the dead when I'm wopped and it doesn't carry over to the next day.
My head doesn't melt when I'm wopped. It melts when I'm not.![]()
So do I.
The missus just had a blistering row with some big, fat munter who lives across the street. They've just recently moved in and their daughter is an annoying wee fucker.
My 12 year old shouted at her to get away from him and his mates and her mum gave him a mouthful. We got wind of it and the missus brought him across the street by the scruff to apologise and try to diffuse the situation.
The fucking lard-gobbling, gravity-defying, whale/elephant hybrid wouldn't even answer her door. She opened her bedroom window and spat a stream of shite in a downwards direction. The missus lost it and called her things worser than I've just typed.
She's my inspiration, don't ya know.
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