Unhospitalized

My blood pressure, the midwife tells me, has responded splendidly to the increased medication. Mostly I'm glad. I think I'm approaching 49% hoping I'll be induced early, but my common sense still tells me it's best to avoid any medical interventions that are evitable - Mum was quite the salutary tale in those terms back in March. I'll just keep walking lots, eating spicy foods, banging my old man, drinking pineapple juice, and doing all the other things that are all said and aren't proven in the least to bring on labour, but which are all more pleasant than someone clawing at your membranes or giving you the sort of drugs that aren't fun.

You know I recall, over my more questionable years, the hesitancy with which I introduced new recreational drugs into my diet; just a little try, just a little more, okay, that seems fine - probably as a result of having a fucking plethora of food allergies. I don't think that was a bad thing to do. What shocks me is the degree to which there's pressure to just pile on the non-recreational drugs willy-nilly. Makes me think there should be more of these. As a matter of common sense. But common sense and normal medical practice are often poles apart; money's such a spoiler. Witness antibiotic sales and resistance in India.

BTW I've realized and am accepting India annoys the fuck out of me. I met lots of lovely people from there but it's a total fucking mess and the parts of my job that pertain to India are the most purgatorial because of dreadful communication infrastructure and practices. Maybe I need to go to more developing countries to put it in perspective, since comparing it with China, the only other putatively developing country I've ever spent any significant amount of time in, is unfair. It's really not at the same stage of development (or non-development) at all. And in respect to those countries as far as possible I'm comparing apples to apples, since my references are Delhi and Shanghai, not, I don't know, Hyderabad and Hong Kong. Thanks to the kiddo, I'm missing a conference in Hyderabad this year, which is 100% alright with me. Hyderabad looks like a dump to end all dumps. Well done, kiddo.

Anyways, in delivery terms, will also try getting a bit of a kickstart from the Chinese medicine doctor. He has quite a reputation in town for helping women through pregnancy, including helping them get pregnant. Hmmm . . . over the coming years I'll be looking out for lots of moxibustion-scented little junior Svengalis . . .