So yeah it happened again. Almost an exact 2 weeks later. The first time I was admitted March 9th, this time it happened was Wednesday March 22nd. Here is how it all went down.
It was a normal Wednesday. My mother and I had planned to spend the day together. She had asked me to take her shopping. I drove to her house and we began our day. I usually grab her laundry at the end of The Adventures when I'm heading home. I took her to Walmart where I picked up a few things. Then we drove to Costco. I needed my soda and my granolas. Well as usual we walked around and tried samples. Lemon cheese cake, chicken sandwich, mini Gioza, sausage with artichoke and crab cakes. I was addicted to these Crab cakes, I had 6 samples (oh so good, heaven melting in my mouth, orgasmic crab cakes). I couldn't stay away from them. I was so hooked I even grabbed a box. Eventually I took them back as I couldn't talk myself into spending $16.00 for 6 cakes, it took a lot of convincing (arguing with myself to make me put them back). Finally we looked at the time and decided we would go pick up my son from school. After obtaining him we went back to my house. I asked my son to get into his street clothes while I took the dog out to use the restroom. We hung around for awhile so that my phone could charge. Finally we left. Mom had decided earlier in the day that we would go have free pie Wednesday at Village Inn with the kid. Usually we would have pie then I would take her home, grab her laundry, and then go get my son.
Traffic was a nightmare. Every direction was backed up. I was skirting into side streets to avoid sitting for a long time. The Village Inn was roughly 7 1/2 miles away and it was after 4pm, rush hour nightmare time. I started on 67th ave I needed to get to about 100th ave. Around 87th Ave and VanBuren my heart started thumping real loud. I could hear it in my ears. I put my hand on my chest and I could feel it. I took a deep breath and continued driving. I got to 87th drive and I asked my mom for a drink of water. Taking a sip I immediately I started to feel off. I was feeling puffy and really hot. Focusing on my driving I said "somethings wrong". My mom asked me "whats wrong, where". I started to look around for a place to pull over. My mom said "Ronda you're scaring me. Whats wrong?" I couldn't even look at her. Staring at a road that was coming up I replied "It is happening again." I didn't even have to look at her to know she drained of color. I was starting to sweat and the needles were beginning in my fingers. My brain was spinning. My immediate thoughts were to get my family somewhere safe. As I approached the next road, Lizanne Way, that goes into residential, I decided at the last second that I was I going to get as close to a safe business area as I could. Up ahead I could see a line of buildings. I put all my focus to getting there, all the while my mother is urging me to pull over. I was so focused I did not notice that I was in a right turn lane only until it was too late. I looked to my right, nothing but an open field and traffic getting back up on 91st Avenue. I turned then sat in the middle lane illegally. I had my blinker on and was waving at cars that were going by to stop, so I could pull into the Circle K on the north west corner. Realizing I did not have much time left before the breathing issue would start I turned aggressively at the widest opening I had. I pulled up next to the east most pump... that was thankfully out of order and had a canopy. My only thoughts now were to catch my breath, call my husband and the paramedics and keep my son far from me.
I opened my car door and put my face into the breeze and leaned into the window. My mother is stressing and asks "Do you want me to call 911?" Obtaining a healthy breath I said "yes". I was starting to lose focus. I could see the drips of sweat falling to the pavement next to the pump. My breathing was getting more ragged. I called my husbands cell phone. He didn't answer so I called his desk phone. He answered and the first words out of my mouth were "its happening again. I'm having an attack." I could hear the panic in this voice, " call 911." At that moment my mother was already on the phone with 911. "Mom is calling." My husband and my mom are both asking me questions and I am starting to feel dizzy. I began answering questions in hopes they both heard the answers so that I would not have to repeat myself. I took a few breaths and said "I am at 91st ave and VanBuren. At the circle K pumps on the southwest corner". That was all I could muster. I exhaled hard and got lightheaded. I was breathing like I was doing lamaze. I looked at my hand and could see that it was swelling up. Dave is telling me that he is leaving now and will join me at the hospital. We both knew he would not make it to the gas station in time. It was rush hour in the middle of the week. I couldn't talk anymore. My whole body was starting to shake. I hung up the phone and slid it into my back pocket. My mom was done with her call. Without turning around or even turning my head. I said to Rilee, "an Ambulance and Firetruck are coming here for me. You need to stay in the car. DO NOT call out to them or talk to them. Listen to Mema please be good." Just then I heard the sirens. I looked up and saw the firetruck coming from the west. Tolleson department. I closed my eyes and continued breathing as best as I could.
I was not as bad as the first time this happened. I was more coherent but I was still having an attack. Maybe it was because the paramedics had arrived so quickly, or because I didn't try to fix myself prior to calling 911. I was just trying to find a safe place for my family before it all went to hell. The EMTs' asked me if I could get out of the car so they could assess me easier. I got up with little assistance and sat on the concrete barrier that is on the side of gas pumps. I was trying to keep focused but it was getting harder and harder to breathe. I told the firemen this had just happened to me 2 weeks ago. They gave me some oxygen and took my vitals. I looked up towards my son and I could see him in the back seat talking but nobody noticed him. I pulled down the mask and looking at the closest person I said "my son, mom get my son". They got up and approached my mom and she walked over to his side of the car, where everyone talked. I told the man that I was starting to feel faint. They asked me if I wanted to the go to the ER and I said yes. I heard my mother talking to one of the firemen and explaining what happened. A few minutes later the Ambulance arrived. The station must be really close to that gas station. As I was being loaded into the ambulance I heard them talking to my mom and about driving my car to the hospital. I sat up shaking my head no and said "do not let her drive my car". One of the firemen apparently offered to drive my car himself. Thank god. My mom told me later that my son was questioning the firefighter as to why he had no hair. His reply was that he noticed he was losing hair so just took it all off. My son was content with that answer. I was very proud of my son for behaving so good and letting the emergency crew help me. The EMT had no issues with the IV this time. Apparently I did not swell up as bad as last time. Again I think it was cause I didn't try to fix it myself.
I honestly do not remember much of the ambulance ride. I kept checking my hand for the red that had happened last time. I remember them asking if I had any allergies I shook my head no. They asked me if I had asthma and I said yes. Luckily the hospital was was only 2 1/2 miles north of where we were. I was already trying to figure out what was the same from the first incident. Everyone asked me what happened. I said "I was driving and started feeling off. Then I got worse. I was just here 2 weeks ago for the same reason." Of course they would also ask me the question "and what was your diagnoses." I don't think they believed me when I said they have no idea. Someone went and looked up my last visit to see what to do and not do. I was starting to feel very lonely. I was put on a BiPAP( A bilevel positive airway pressure (BIPAP)
machine features two pressure settings, high and low, to deliver room
air through a mask into your airway. To match your natural breathing
rhythm, the high pressure setting is used for inhaling, and the low
pressure setting is used for exhaling.) EPIC FAIL!!!! That thing made me panic. I had to pull it from my face as I was not getting enough air. It just kept making farting noises on my face. I told them it was not working. I know doctors know best but when a patient is breathing less than before something is apparently wrong. They ended up taking it off.
It was making me have an anxiety attack. I had the same reaction when I tried scuba diving. I was happy this time they did not have to cut my clothes off this time. Which was good as I really liked the shirts I was wearing. Finally my husband showed up. One nurse that walked in the room said "what you doing back here?" I shrugged my shoulders and gave her the answer "same as last time." I think another nurse recognized me too. By 5pm I was in the emergency room with my oxygen mask and I.V. I was worried as to where my son and
mother were. I had not seen anyone for quite awhile. Apparently they
were in the cafeteria then the waiting room. I did not want him in the
hospital at all, but she had no choice. My dad was finally able to make it and my parents took him back to our house.
The doctor finally came in and said I was being admitted. (Ugh not again). Not to long after I was being carted up to the ICU which is on the third floor. The nurses were confused as to why I was being put in ICU, but nobody questioned the doctors orders. These beds were comfier than the first round. But the staff were not as friendly. Dave headed home so that he could grab my away bag...again. I talked to him on the phone telling him what to grab. Then he came back. I had asked the nurse for a cup of ice and she said they needed to check my diet. (I really doubt I'm forbidden water). I told them that the ER had let me have some. That is when she said "they are nicer than we are." WOAH are you kidding me. Dave was sitting right there and he heard it too. Welp your already on my shit list, I want my rabbit turd ice. I requested a cup of jello also as I was starving. Again I got the diet answer.... ugh seriously. They did their vitals check (finding my blood sugar above 300, thanks to the steroids) and then the 20 questions started. Now I love my husband, but I seriously wanted to brain him. When the question are you allergic to anything came up I said no.. he said yes Corn. Shit shit shit.....It is only towards kernal corn and corn chips.So now because of the blood sugar and the corn I was not allowed much to eat. Hubby and I went over the days activities to figure out similarities. We came up with 3 that matched from the first round. My parents and their clothes, my car, and crab. On the first visit I had had crab the day before around 1:15pm. We had gone to Red Lobster and ordered mushrooms stuffed with crab. This time I had hit up the sample lady at Costco 6 times for those orgasmic grab cakes (yes they were that good). Dave finally had to leave to take over custody of Rilee. Everyone needed to go home. My dad had to work in the morning. Nana does not drive well at night. Dave had to work in the morning too. So there I was all alone, again. He left right on time though cause I needed to pee and apparently I needed to be supervised while using the potty chair that they placed next to my bed. How embarrassing. Felt like I was in school asking permission to use the restroom. It was around 11:30pm that I finally got something to eat. They gave me a dried out turkey sandwich, (one super extremely thinned sliced piece of meat, no cheese, no condiments, and a glass of water. Oh looky prison food. I was not allowed to order real food until after 630am. I decided it was in my best interest just to go to sleep.
Thursday March 23rd 2017. Vampires at 3:45am. Come on wth.... then vitals at 4:45am.... at 5:30am I called my husband to make sure he was up. He needed to get him and the kid ready for the day....then breathing treatment at 6:00am. HOSPITALS ARE NOT FOR SLEEPING. At 6:45am I ordered food since I was already awake. The shift change over at least provided nice staff. They brought me ice.
I was totally craving french toast. Denied... I asked for an english muffin. Denied... so I went for the egg cheese and mushroom burrito, orange juice, hot tea, and a plate of fruit.
I was given 7 units of insulin in the tummy for this. The lung doctor came to visit around 8:30am, she asked how the treatments were doing and asked how I ended up in here. She said you might get out today based on the treatments, then left. At 9:00am the floor Dr came to visit. She just said not today. Oh come on.. figure out what is wrong with me already. I asked if I could take a shower... NOPE. I asked if I could change into my jammies my husband brought.. NOPE.(not even just the bottoms) I spent the day watching NCIS and reading my book. Mostly I just wanted to sleep and eat. I really really wanted a mountain dew. At lunch I attempted to order a ham sandwich (like last time) DENIED condiments, apparently mayo has corn in it. There was no way I was eating it without mayo and they do not carry miracle whip. I tried to order a chocolate cake (like I had last time) nope corn. RUDE!!!! So I ended up with a grilled cheese and a baked potato, fruit plate, and iced tea. They gave me 5 units of insulin in my arm. My blood sugars were averaging between 215 and 332 (because of the steroids). A guy came in to work on this camera I didn't notice was in there. It has a 360 rotation they can zoom in VERY close and the little tv is so you can see the Dr. Was creepy and cool all at once.
Nana was watching Rilee today. He got out of school at 1:15pm she was there by 12:30pm. She cleaned my sink and microwave, while she there. The day just dragged on. I slept off and on. Every time I would fall asleep someone would come in. I watched more NCIS and ate sunflower seeds. They continued to give me breathing treatments, steroids and now I needed something for my headache. Right before one of the treatments I got a pain in my back. Right between the shoulder blades. It stretched gradually across my back then I felt it in my chest where it gradually stretched between my shoulders. Hurt like hell. Same pain I would get in my sleep on my last visit here. But this time it hurt more. The respiratory therapist said it was just an air pocket and it would subside. Eventually it went away and he gave me my treatment.
I was suddenly moved to another part of the 3rd floor. They loaded me and my cargo into a wheelchair and moved me to the opposite side of the hospital. The new nurses were baffled as to why I was even in the ICU. I was not on an IV drip or even oxygen when I was in there. I was not swollen, sweating, or even having harsh breathing issues. I asked for ice and then waited forever for it, but they did let me crawl into my bottoms hubby had brought me from home. I was on the phone with him when he was packing the togo bag. He did not grab the right bottoms. I asked for my silk shorts that were in the drawer under my underwear drawer. He grabbed my mens thermal underwear that I had cut into shorts from the underwear drawer. Meh at least my back side was covered better. Finally Dave came back after he got off work. He didn't stay long though. He needed to send Nana home. I always wait until 6:30pm to order dinner, cut off time is 7:00pm. I don't sleep well and sure as hell can not go to sleep early, so I try to get food, the nurses stations apparently does not have anything to provide for snacks. I tried my luck with that ham sandwich again with mayo. DENIED. So I settled for a egg, cheese and ham burrito, rainbow Italian ice, a banana, and iced tea. I got a visitor though. My best friend Elizabeth came to hang out. I made her stay longer than she wanted to. It was nice to have a guest. My parents did not visit at all and Dave could only hang for an hour or two after work. After she left I decided it was time to write my brother. At 11pm I scored some jello and apple juice. Plus they finally gave me some pain killer for my legs and also my restless less pills. So I was happy. My legs were a lot more worse off in here as I was never allowed to get up. Around 11:45pm I decided to go to sleep. Figures... 12:15am breathing treatment. He was nice enough to say that my next treatment would not be til 7am and hopefully I get some sleep. I told him vampires at 4am not gonna happen. Thankfully I went back to sleep. But not before having a coughing fit.
I was right...... Friday March 24th 2017. It is 4:45 am vampires, 5:45 am vitals, called husband to make sure he was up and getting everything ready for school and work, then 6:45 am meds.... fine I'm having breakfast.
Ordered the burrito and tried to get just a plate of watermelon and bananas. DENIED.... So I ordered a plate of fruit and hot tea. I had forgotten to order my sweet and low so when they came to drop it off I asked for it. Apparently they keep it in their pockets just in case. I was given 5 units of insulin. My blood sugar was 215. They clearly have no idea how to administer Insulin. (went through the same thing when Dave was hospitalized years ago. He is a type one Diabetic. These kinds of critical mistakes could kill him. Here is his story. http://www.jerryfar.com/2007/10/doing-time-in-hospital.html ) The doctors came for a visit and really had nothing to say. They swear it was an asthmatic episode and that I will most likely be going home today. ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!! So basically same synopsis at the first round except this time I got screwed on good food, was given very little supply of ice, and now I'm most likely a diabetic because of the steroids they kept pumping into me. Oh Joy. I started preparing myself for departure. I prepacked my stuff leaving my change of clothes out. I asked for a shower again... NOPE. Come on even when I was here the first time I was allowed to take 1 shower at least. I notified Dave I was being released today. Called my parents and told them. Had no idea when though. My parents were to be at my house by 3:30pm for the bus. Dave would not get off work til 6pm. So it was just a matter of when. My legs were beginning to throb so I decided to started pacing and asked for some pain killers. I walked into the hallway, looked out the window and chatted with the nurses. I was so ready to go home. I went back into my room to write my brother some more, that when I saw a hispanic family walking around. They had this little girl with them. I waved at her as they stopped to look out the window.
Thanks to my son I know how to make a decent airplane so I made one then hunted for the room she was visiting. I felt like an idiot but she looked happy. I was happy that it flew.
It was not until bout 5pm when they finally said ok you can go, but it took 2 hours for them to finally remove the IV and let me get dressed. Dave ended up having to come to my room to wait as they took forever. My parents wanted to come get me but I would not let Rilee in the hospital. I didn't know when they were releasing me and I didn't want him waiting in the car. Good thing I decided that. As we drove home I begged for a Mt.Dew and real food. Dave was now upset that I was a diabetic. He wouldn't let me have my dew. I argue this point constantly (I only have one a day).
Once I got home I immediately greeted everyone, my parents, Rilee, and the dog. My mom had made me dinner S.O.S. I ate 3 plates worth.
My son picked out some beautiful flowers from Walmart.
But then I couldn't handle it anymore and ran into the bathroom and took a bath. I was looking at my bruises and discovered this horrific one.
It made eyes pop out when I showed it to certain people. I still did not feel clean afterwards but I felt refreshed, sore and sleepy. Yay more bruises. I'm not done healing from the last ones.
Bengy and Buckeye definetly missed me.
Days later I went to see my primary and he did not seem to care about the bruise (though his eyes popped out too). He told me ice it and put Aloe on it. He said he would need to refer me to an allergist but I told him we already had one set up. He argued with me about what asthma was and I argued back that you do not swell up and your throat close from not being able to breath. Whatever, he's an idiot anyways. At least he filled my prescriptions, and did an A1C test on me. I had to ask 4 times for that before he finally ordered it. Dave wanted it because of the damage the hospital did to me. He was even testing my blood sugar himself (sometimes I was high but it started to go down). I also went to see an Allergist. They did a environmental and food allergy scratch test. I got scratched by 90 different things.
The control test is the only one that showed any real signs. The doctor decided that I should get blood work to double verify.
I really hope it comes up with something as I am not in favor of being scared of everything I touch. Dave will not let me go driving unless it is critical and he is on me for everything I eat and drink. I know hes scared but come on let me have my happy places until it is definitive. I went and picked up my ring too. It's a bit loose but I will fix that.
It was a normal Wednesday. My mother and I had planned to spend the day together. She had asked me to take her shopping. I drove to her house and we began our day. I usually grab her laundry at the end of The Adventures when I'm heading home. I took her to Walmart where I picked up a few things. Then we drove to Costco. I needed my soda and my granolas. Well as usual we walked around and tried samples. Lemon cheese cake, chicken sandwich, mini Gioza, sausage with artichoke and crab cakes. I was addicted to these Crab cakes, I had 6 samples (oh so good, heaven melting in my mouth, orgasmic crab cakes). I couldn't stay away from them. I was so hooked I even grabbed a box. Eventually I took them back as I couldn't talk myself into spending $16.00 for 6 cakes, it took a lot of convincing (arguing with myself to make me put them back). Finally we looked at the time and decided we would go pick up my son from school. After obtaining him we went back to my house. I asked my son to get into his street clothes while I took the dog out to use the restroom. We hung around for awhile so that my phone could charge. Finally we left. Mom had decided earlier in the day that we would go have free pie Wednesday at Village Inn with the kid. Usually we would have pie then I would take her home, grab her laundry, and then go get my son.
Traffic was a nightmare. Every direction was backed up. I was skirting into side streets to avoid sitting for a long time. The Village Inn was roughly 7 1/2 miles away and it was after 4pm, rush hour nightmare time. I started on 67th ave I needed to get to about 100th ave. Around 87th Ave and VanBuren my heart started thumping real loud. I could hear it in my ears. I put my hand on my chest and I could feel it. I took a deep breath and continued driving. I got to 87th drive and I asked my mom for a drink of water. Taking a sip I immediately I started to feel off. I was feeling puffy and really hot. Focusing on my driving I said "somethings wrong". My mom asked me "whats wrong, where". I started to look around for a place to pull over. My mom said "Ronda you're scaring me. Whats wrong?" I couldn't even look at her. Staring at a road that was coming up I replied "It is happening again." I didn't even have to look at her to know she drained of color. I was starting to sweat and the needles were beginning in my fingers. My brain was spinning. My immediate thoughts were to get my family somewhere safe. As I approached the next road, Lizanne Way, that goes into residential, I decided at the last second that I was I going to get as close to a safe business area as I could. Up ahead I could see a line of buildings. I put all my focus to getting there, all the while my mother is urging me to pull over. I was so focused I did not notice that I was in a right turn lane only until it was too late. I looked to my right, nothing but an open field and traffic getting back up on 91st Avenue. I turned then sat in the middle lane illegally. I had my blinker on and was waving at cars that were going by to stop, so I could pull into the Circle K on the north west corner. Realizing I did not have much time left before the breathing issue would start I turned aggressively at the widest opening I had. I pulled up next to the east most pump... that was thankfully out of order and had a canopy. My only thoughts now were to catch my breath, call my husband and the paramedics and keep my son far from me.
I opened my car door and put my face into the breeze and leaned into the window. My mother is stressing and asks "Do you want me to call 911?" Obtaining a healthy breath I said "yes". I was starting to lose focus. I could see the drips of sweat falling to the pavement next to the pump. My breathing was getting more ragged. I called my husbands cell phone. He didn't answer so I called his desk phone. He answered and the first words out of my mouth were "its happening again. I'm having an attack." I could hear the panic in this voice, " call 911." At that moment my mother was already on the phone with 911. "Mom is calling." My husband and my mom are both asking me questions and I am starting to feel dizzy. I began answering questions in hopes they both heard the answers so that I would not have to repeat myself. I took a few breaths and said "I am at 91st ave and VanBuren. At the circle K pumps on the southwest corner". That was all I could muster. I exhaled hard and got lightheaded. I was breathing like I was doing lamaze. I looked at my hand and could see that it was swelling up. Dave is telling me that he is leaving now and will join me at the hospital. We both knew he would not make it to the gas station in time. It was rush hour in the middle of the week. I couldn't talk anymore. My whole body was starting to shake. I hung up the phone and slid it into my back pocket. My mom was done with her call. Without turning around or even turning my head. I said to Rilee, "an Ambulance and Firetruck are coming here for me. You need to stay in the car. DO NOT call out to them or talk to them. Listen to Mema please be good." Just then I heard the sirens. I looked up and saw the firetruck coming from the west. Tolleson department. I closed my eyes and continued breathing as best as I could.
I was not as bad as the first time this happened. I was more coherent but I was still having an attack. Maybe it was because the paramedics had arrived so quickly, or because I didn't try to fix myself prior to calling 911. I was just trying to find a safe place for my family before it all went to hell. The EMTs' asked me if I could get out of the car so they could assess me easier. I got up with little assistance and sat on the concrete barrier that is on the side of gas pumps. I was trying to keep focused but it was getting harder and harder to breathe. I told the firemen this had just happened to me 2 weeks ago. They gave me some oxygen and took my vitals. I looked up towards my son and I could see him in the back seat talking but nobody noticed him. I pulled down the mask and looking at the closest person I said "my son, mom get my son". They got up and approached my mom and she walked over to his side of the car, where everyone talked. I told the man that I was starting to feel faint. They asked me if I wanted to the go to the ER and I said yes. I heard my mother talking to one of the firemen and explaining what happened. A few minutes later the Ambulance arrived. The station must be really close to that gas station. As I was being loaded into the ambulance I heard them talking to my mom and about driving my car to the hospital. I sat up shaking my head no and said "do not let her drive my car". One of the firemen apparently offered to drive my car himself. Thank god. My mom told me later that my son was questioning the firefighter as to why he had no hair. His reply was that he noticed he was losing hair so just took it all off. My son was content with that answer. I was very proud of my son for behaving so good and letting the emergency crew help me. The EMT had no issues with the IV this time. Apparently I did not swell up as bad as last time. Again I think it was cause I didn't try to fix it myself.
The doctor finally came in and said I was being admitted. (Ugh not again). Not to long after I was being carted up to the ICU which is on the third floor. The nurses were confused as to why I was being put in ICU, but nobody questioned the doctors orders. These beds were comfier than the first round. But the staff were not as friendly. Dave headed home so that he could grab my away bag...again. I talked to him on the phone telling him what to grab. Then he came back. I had asked the nurse for a cup of ice and she said they needed to check my diet. (I really doubt I'm forbidden water). I told them that the ER had let me have some. That is when she said "they are nicer than we are." WOAH are you kidding me. Dave was sitting right there and he heard it too. Welp your already on my shit list, I want my rabbit turd ice. I requested a cup of jello also as I was starving. Again I got the diet answer.... ugh seriously. They did their vitals check (finding my blood sugar above 300, thanks to the steroids) and then the 20 questions started. Now I love my husband, but I seriously wanted to brain him. When the question are you allergic to anything came up I said no.. he said yes Corn. Shit shit shit.....It is only towards kernal corn and corn chips.So now because of the blood sugar and the corn I was not allowed much to eat. Hubby and I went over the days activities to figure out similarities. We came up with 3 that matched from the first round. My parents and their clothes, my car, and crab. On the first visit I had had crab the day before around 1:15pm. We had gone to Red Lobster and ordered mushrooms stuffed with crab. This time I had hit up the sample lady at Costco 6 times for those orgasmic grab cakes (yes they were that good). Dave finally had to leave to take over custody of Rilee. Everyone needed to go home. My dad had to work in the morning. Nana does not drive well at night. Dave had to work in the morning too. So there I was all alone, again. He left right on time though cause I needed to pee and apparently I needed to be supervised while using the potty chair that they placed next to my bed. How embarrassing. Felt like I was in school asking permission to use the restroom. It was around 11:30pm that I finally got something to eat. They gave me a dried out turkey sandwich, (one super extremely thinned sliced piece of meat, no cheese, no condiments, and a glass of water. Oh looky prison food. I was not allowed to order real food until after 630am. I decided it was in my best interest just to go to sleep.
Thursday March 23rd 2017. Vampires at 3:45am. Come on wth.... then vitals at 4:45am.... at 5:30am I called my husband to make sure he was up. He needed to get him and the kid ready for the day....then breathing treatment at 6:00am. HOSPITALS ARE NOT FOR SLEEPING. At 6:45am I ordered food since I was already awake. The shift change over at least provided nice staff. They brought me ice.
I was suddenly moved to another part of the 3rd floor. They loaded me and my cargo into a wheelchair and moved me to the opposite side of the hospital. The new nurses were baffled as to why I was even in the ICU. I was not on an IV drip or even oxygen when I was in there. I was not swollen, sweating, or even having harsh breathing issues. I asked for ice and then waited forever for it, but they did let me crawl into my bottoms hubby had brought me from home. I was on the phone with him when he was packing the togo bag. He did not grab the right bottoms. I asked for my silk shorts that were in the drawer under my underwear drawer. He grabbed my mens thermal underwear that I had cut into shorts from the underwear drawer. Meh at least my back side was covered better. Finally Dave came back after he got off work. He didn't stay long though. He needed to send Nana home. I always wait until 6:30pm to order dinner, cut off time is 7:00pm. I don't sleep well and sure as hell can not go to sleep early, so I try to get food, the nurses stations apparently does not have anything to provide for snacks. I tried my luck with that ham sandwich again with mayo. DENIED. So I settled for a egg, cheese and ham burrito, rainbow Italian ice, a banana, and iced tea. I got a visitor though. My best friend Elizabeth came to hang out. I made her stay longer than she wanted to. It was nice to have a guest. My parents did not visit at all and Dave could only hang for an hour or two after work. After she left I decided it was time to write my brother. At 11pm I scored some jello and apple juice. Plus they finally gave me some pain killer for my legs and also my restless less pills. So I was happy. My legs were a lot more worse off in here as I was never allowed to get up. Around 11:45pm I decided to go to sleep. Figures... 12:15am breathing treatment. He was nice enough to say that my next treatment would not be til 7am and hopefully I get some sleep. I told him vampires at 4am not gonna happen. Thankfully I went back to sleep. But not before having a coughing fit.
I was right...... Friday March 24th 2017. It is 4:45 am vampires, 5:45 am vitals, called husband to make sure he was up and getting everything ready for school and work, then 6:45 am meds.... fine I'm having breakfast.
Once I got home I immediately greeted everyone, my parents, Rilee, and the dog. My mom had made me dinner S.O.S. I ate 3 plates worth.
But then I couldn't handle it anymore and ran into the bathroom and took a bath. I was looking at my bruises and discovered this horrific one.
Days later I went to see my primary and he did not seem to care about the bruise (though his eyes popped out too). He told me ice it and put Aloe on it. He said he would need to refer me to an allergist but I told him we already had one set up. He argued with me about what asthma was and I argued back that you do not swell up and your throat close from not being able to breath. Whatever, he's an idiot anyways. At least he filled my prescriptions, and did an A1C test on me. I had to ask 4 times for that before he finally ordered it. Dave wanted it because of the damage the hospital did to me. He was even testing my blood sugar himself (sometimes I was high but it started to go down). I also went to see an Allergist. They did a environmental and food allergy scratch test. I got scratched by 90 different things.
