My very pregnant girlfriend has the flu. Late Tuesday night she had a fever of over 101F long enough the nurses, dressed in long, yellow, disposable plastic jackets and wearing face-shields, moved her from her “home care” room to a single room where they’ve quarantined her.
I wasn’t there Wednesday, because I couldn’t find a ride to Ottawa. When I was with her on Monday she complained of back pain and a general feeling of discomfort. Both of which are common problems but, after dinner as I was leaving, she did tell me it was bad enough she would ask for a shot of pain reliever. Which was new.
My girlfriend hates needles. I’d say it’s a borderline phobia. So for her to ask for one would take something out of the ordinary. She has also been exceptionally careful, for the sake of the pregnancy, to not take anything remotely or potentially harmful into her body. I found out in August she hadn’t even been taking Tylenol because she thought it might harm the kid. I had to get a doctor to explain to her about managing her pain with over the counter pain killers.
The shot she was asking for on Monday night is safe for pregnant women, they just don’t like giving it out for every ache and pain.
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