I am writing this while sitting through one medical procedure and contemplating the worthiness and justifiability of several others.
Normally, I would not call my current, routine lab work a medical procedure, but having just consumed the rather vicious orange coloured beverage associated with the glucose tolerance test for gestational diabetes, I have elevated it from a quickie test to an involved procedure. So, a warning: the rest of this post may just be the sugar talking. Regardless, I now have one hour to wait before my blood can be drawn – lots of time to ponder all the medically prescribed pain management options outlined at prenatal class last night.
While I certainly knew of the existence of everything discussed last night, apparently I didn’t know as much about them as I thought I did. I appear to have known so little, in some cases, that I am now rethinking my previous, adamant stance on pain: if they can block it, why wouldn’t I?? It would seem there really are some good reasons not to.
I am, of course, wary of any biases that may be inherent in last night’s instruction and am now questioning those that could have been inherent in my original information – most of which, I will sadly admit, was based on half-hour long television programs.
Mr.Q has yet to express his full opinion on the subject, though there was some of the same eyebrow raising at portions of the information presented last night [not surprising, since most of his original sources were the same as mine]. It seems that we may, truly, have to go in for the delivery and wing it. At least I can wing it with a little more knowledge now.
And, in the mean time, I have even more fodder for mocking the happy little half-hour tv births.