Sunday, December 12, 2004

Lagjetted

I was hoping to have a chance this weekend to ruminate over, then write about, certain aspects of my trip to the familial home in Florida. But it looks like it may take me a little longer than I had thought to regain equilibrium here.

Traveling between time zones and countries is always a little disorienting, but this time seems particularly bad. Apparently, according to E., I sat straight up in bed in the middle of the night and shouted, "Where am I?"

My body clock is clearly confused. I never master the whole sleep-on-the-plane during night flight- then stay- awake-until bedtime when back in UK, thus reducing awkward jet lag. This trip was no different. Instead, I watched all the movies and read my book under the dim shine of the cabin light before arriving, exhausted, in London where I promptly fell asleep on one of the few reclining chairs in the airport. I then had a further nap when I got back to the flat in the Other City. This screwed things up completely when it came time for "normal bed time".

Then there is the obvious, um, difference in the weather. Florida last week? Sunny, warm, glorious, relaxed. Scotland this week? Cold, dark, wet, gloomy. I am having my usual crisis of wondering why it is I live here. E. keeps reminding me that visiting is not the same living there. An obvious fact, to be sure, but one which is easily overlooked in the pangs of regret that tend to accompany the return to life in Scotland.

Lastly, I have been trying to lavish lots of love and attention on my much neglected E.. But it's somewhat hard to be at my affectionate and perky best when my eyes feel like burnt holes in the landscape of my head, reeling from cultural whiplash, and contemplating certain grim realities. Namely, returning to work tomorrow morning. Oh, and let us not forget my HSG tomorrow afternoon. The joys, the joys.

E. can't come with me to the appointment, so I must now figure out how to make my way by public transport or taxi to the hospital, and then depending on his timetable and whether he can collect me afterwards, how to get home again. Also when to take my valium tablet, bearing in mind I may also have negotiate complicated paying of the bill before procedure. All of this is preoccupying me somewhat, whereas in an interesting role reversal, E. is more focused on things like when we are going to set up the Christmas tree and start writing our seasonal greeting cards.

Is it any wonder I am tetchy, bristling like a fretful porpentine.

9 Comments:

At 2:10 PM, Blogger lobster girl said...

Blech, jetlag is the worst. And traveling from sunny vacation to rainy home is always upsetting. Sorry it's a bad few days, Mare. You're smart to take the valium with the HSG, but I hope it doesn't hurt. For some people, they don't feel much at all. Good luck tomorrow. I'll be thinking of you.

 
At 3:13 PM, Blogger Soper said...

Yeah, lobster girl, they don't feel much of the BURNING, SEARING PAIN because they took their drugs!

Mare, glad you are back, jetlag sucks. Don't forget to take a maxi pad for the HSG, you'll probably bleed when they pull the clamp out.

Fun with your vagina!

Good luck!

 
At 5:07 PM, Blogger amyesq said...

Ugh, Soper, I was hoping we could keep the BURNING SEARING PAIN a little bit of a secret so she wouldn't be too scared going in :) the valium should help lots, though.
Sorry to hear about the jetlag. For some reason it is always easier to make that trip back in the summer when it is light all the time. I never mastered the "staying awake until night time" in the winter either. My mom used to ply me with Earl Grey, plop me in the car and drive me around town. It would help a little.
Good luck tomorrow.

-AmyY

 
At 5:37 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Mare - everyone is different of course, but I didn't have any pain with HSG - no valium, no painkillers, not even advil. Good luck. I'll be thinking of you.
-beaver girl

 
At 5:41 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good luck with the HSG. I'll be thinking about you.

~Brooklyn Girl

 
At 11:25 PM, Blogger The Barrenness said...

I may be a little late, but could I recommend that you take 2 Advil (or some other Ibruprofen) and 1 Darvocet or other narcotic-y thing? It made a world of difference when I had my HSG. I still felt pain, but it was pretty dull. I followed up an hour later with another Darvocet just in case. Hope the HSG is successful. Good Luck.

 
At 2:06 AM, Blogger la gringa said...

My trip home was the opposite of yours. Went from warm and sunny Mexico to cold and bitter Maine. No matter how you cut it, the return is always difficult. And my time difference is only 1 hr.

As for your HSG appointment, I wish you well. Mine wasn't so bad, but I was on some serious painkillers. Make sure you take something- advil, at least before you go and then for a couple of hours afterward. Expect to feel uncomfortable and crampy. I expected the worst and it really wasn't all that bad. Good luck to you!

 
At 11:55 PM, Blogger Toni said...

Waiting to hear how it went.

PS Did you know that you are actually more fertile after an HSG? Got pg with daughter after one (with injectables). I think they say like 30% more fertile or something!!

 
At 12:22 AM, Blogger DeadBug said...

Jetlag bites.

Hope the HSG was not too traumatic.

--Bugs

 

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