Thankful to be home?

Ahh...sickness. Thursday I came home from school really sick. I had a horrible cough and a slight fever. By Friday morning I was no better, I could hardly breathe because of my stuffiness, my cough kept me awake most of the night and I was still running a low grade fever. I decided I wanted to take a shower before I called the doctor, really it was just my way of putting it off a little longer. While in the shower, after coughing I started having horrible stomach and back cramps. I got out of the shower without even using soap. I called the doctor and they wanted me to come to the office within the next 15 minutes. This was impossible as Kyle as still at work. So I got them to give us around 30 minutes. I called Kyle and they let him leave exactly 30 minutes later. We were a little late, but no one seemed to mind.
As soon as I walked in the door, they checked my temperature, heard me cough in the waiting room, and told me I had to go straight to the hospital. Which was totally why I didn't want to go to the doctor in the first place. We had to go to labor and delivery and they were waiting for us when we arrived. They rushed me in and took Kyle to start the paper work. The midwife took me to her office and started trying to give me an IV. After 3 veins collapsed on her, she gave up and told me after I got to a room a doctor would have to come give me an IV. Luckily they found a nursing student who spoke English and she was able to tell us a little more as to what was going on other than us guessing by body language and the little German we could understand.
A doctor came to my room and was able to get the IV on the first try (thank goodness), and they came me pain killers for the cramps and fluids to get me hydrated.
My doctor couldn't come by and check on me the first day, but we were told I would have to be in a day or two to get my fever under control and stop the cramping which they told me most likely was contractions (caused from my coughing). The next day my doctor came by, didn't tell me what was wrong, just that they needed to put me on antibiotics and monitor the baby until Monday.
Monday was very ready to go home. Kyle was allowed to stay with me from 8-8, and it was really restful in the hospital, but I was sick of being poked and prodded. I hadn't had a bowel movement since Thursday so Sunday they insisted on giving me a suppository. That was a beginning of bad news for me. Any time after that if anything was wrong there answer was another suppository. Not suppositories to make me go to the bathroom, but mostly for headaches. I didn't realize they were painkillers until later, I couldn't figure out why I needed so many bathroom helpers after the first one did the job. Between Sunday and when I finally got to go home I probably had 6. I really just wanted people to stop touching me. When the doctor came in on Monday he saw that I wasn't any better, even though I tried to look like a real happy/healthy camper, and he said I had to stay until at least Wednesday. That meant another IV, because the one I currently had was not letting fluid in any longer!
Tuesday came around and I was feeling a lot better, my fever was gone and my cramping had all stopped. Baby was fine and I just wanted to be home. So when the doctor came in, I begged and pleaded and he said yes as long as I promised to stay in bed until Monday. I was so happy! He made me stay until later the afternoon so I could finish the last of my antibiotics, and since I could talk again (I had lost my voice), my cough was breaking up, my fever was gone, and the baby was doing good there was no reason I couldn't rest at home. Kyle wanted me to come home too, he was told that it was inappropriate for him to sit or lay with me on the bed, so he had to sit in the uncomfy wooden chair (poor baby).
One the way home we stopped and got my cough syrup at the Rx and then had a surprise waiting for us at home. Yipee, they started the work on our stairwell. That means there are jackhammers, drills, and tons of dust floating around. So much for a restful environment. Kyle is working on getting all the dust that has come into our apartment out and I am trying to keep my sanity and on top of the headaches I have been getting. The jackhammer has been in full force outside my apartment since 8 this morning. I was sleeping so good too. I had a rough start last night with all my coughing, but had finally gotten settled in. It is nice not having to jump out of bed at 5:30 for a nun to make your bed, then have a cleaning lady, nurses, doctors, and breakfast all come in before 6:30. I was only woken up once by Kyle heading off to work, and then the stupid jackhammer...so much for sleeping.
I am glad to be home. I keep hoping the noise stops, but it doesn't look like it will be ending soon. Kyle was suppose to leave for Italy on Sunday, and I thought as soon as I got home they would send him, but it looks like he might get to stay around, which I am so thankful so. Next week is only a 3 days of school with the kids, 4 days for me, so it should be a easy week to start school back up with for me. I am suppose to be avoiding stress. The doctor told me he would write me a letter saying I couldn't work until after the baby, but I kindly declined *much to Kyle's dismay* because I really do enjoy my job and I don't know what I would do at home all day at this point. Once the baby is here I know I will be plenty busy at home.
Oh yes, I still don't really know exactly was wrong with me. The nurses were pretty good about speaking English, but apparently they are not allowed to tell us what is wrong, only the doctor. Then the doctor just came in and checked me out and told me how long I had to stay, never what was wrong. Our military clinic personnel came by on Monday to give us more paperwork and answer questions and they said that it is normal for them not to tell us what is wrong. So, I still don't know what was all happening, I just know that the baby is good, and that I must rest until Monday!