Alli went back Tuesday for more blood work. They called her Wednesday afternoon and told her that her beta level was extremely high and she needed to come back in Thursday for another ultrasound. I asked her what that meant and she said, "I don't know." Way to ask the doctor for information about your health, honey.
Today, after the doctor's appointment, she called and said they couldn't find the embryo. It wasn't in her uterus or either tube. WTH? Her blood work still indicates she's pregnant. They just don't know where the baby is. The doctor did say there is a small chance it's a normal pregnancy. However, he strongly feels she'll miscarry in the coming week. He wants her to come back next Thursday for another ultrasound. At that point, if no baby is seen, he'd like to do a D&C but that it would be her choice.
Yesterday, the physician's assistant at Beth's doctor's office turned in a stunning performance. He looked to be about 15. (Does that mean I'm old when I refer to young medical professionals as infants?) Anyway, when the nurse asked why we were there, we pointed out the ominous rash on her legs and told her that she'd gone fishing in the woods and now looked like this. When the newborn fake doctor came in, he spent 30 seconds looking at her legs and feet before giving us this diagnosis...are you ready?... He said, "Looks like you got into something while you were fishing." Yep, that's what she's got. Something she got into while fishing. Like we didn't know that before the appointment. Thanks, Doogie. He gave her oral steroids and a cortisone cream and said to come back if it wasn't better in a few days.
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