Yesterday I had a fairly stressful visit to the RSH (where Elizabeth was born), on my own, for my appointment with the dermatologist. I felt particularly stressed sitting and waiting for the appointment on my own, watching visitors (mainly Dads) coming and going with bags of stuff and car seats and the like... When I finally got to see the dermatologist she looked at my now numerous open sores and diagnoses prurigo of pregnancy (pregnancy itching) and took swabs as some of the sores looked infected. She sent me to the hospital pharmacy to collect my prescription - steroid cream (same as I had before), a bath treatment and an antiseptic moisturiser. I felt quite faint sitting waiting at the pharmacy - so hot and breathless and panicked. Shot out of the place as soon as I could and promptly burst into tears and cried all the way home!
I had a bath and used the creams last night and although I still had the itching, I did have a bit more sleep. I'll keep going, but not exactly optimistic about the chances of this condition clearing up any time soon. I've got to go back next Thursday afternoon and repeat the whole performance again, so we'll see.
Meantime I'm bored. I can't sit or lie still long enough to relax, and activities like watching tv or reading are out. Even surfing the net has lost its appeal. I just feel like I'm tired and slightly deranged, and keep wondering about these Braxton Hicks contractions I keep feeling.
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