I almost died today

Ok so guess where I am. On March 9th, 2017 at 6:18 A.M. I walked into the garage to await the kids bus. Like I do every day. Today I took my keys so I could unlock my trunk. I removed 1 basket of my mom's laundry and put it on my car to wash later. I went back and grabbed the second, closed the trunk, and took it to the machine and began a cycle, water soap clothes. I closed the lid turned around and it hit me....

My whole body heated up like I had stepped into a walk in oven set at 425 and a sauna. I placed my hands on the hood of my car and I  felt  my head spinning. Know that poking needles feeling when your foot has fallen asleep and it is waking up?  I was doing that from head to toe. Sweat rolling off my face and dripping on the pavement. I struggle to stay on my feet. I couldn't let my son see what was happening to me. I was already scared I I felt like I was about to die. But I was not about to die in front of my child. I heard the bus, spun around and tapped the garage button so it would open. I usually wait until the boy is safely secured in his seat and the bus is driving off. I closed the door way earlier today. I knew something was wrong. My lips felt inflated and numb. I waited until I saw him head towards the seat.  I flipped around and pushed the garage door closed and turned off the light and ran to the bathroom.

I sat on the toilet splashing water on my face and I started losing my ability to breathe. I screamed in short breathes" Dave!... Help!..." It took 10  times before he heard me. The last 4 were accompanied by me slamming my hand on the cabinet repeatedly. He sleeps deep. Finally he calls back "what? what's wrong?" Gasping between breaths I said "can't.... breathe,... inhaler..... " . He steps into the bathroom. I'm hyperventilating, crying, sweating and nothing triggered it. "What's wrong" he says . I look at him fear in my face..." something... wrong.... , help me,..... inhaler".  He dashes back and brings me my inhaler. I took 2  puffs and felt the same. Usually by the second pull I get a little alleviation.

I scrambled to the bedroom loosing my legs ability to be upright. I flipped the fan on high and placed my face in it. Didn't help lots but assisted my breathing by pushing more air into my face. I couldn't get enough air. I tried numerous breathing techniques. I cried out "help...... me" . Dave was on his phone, in the living room. No idea to who. Eventually he finally calls 911. I honestly do not think I would have been able to handle a car ride. I was struggling just to breathe in front of the fan. " I kept repeating help me...... help me..... help me..." while sucking air off the fan. He continued to be on the phone in the living room. I could hear him almost screaming(or very loudly talking.) He had no idea what to do. By this point I didn't know what to do. I figured 2 puffs and the fan and I would be good. Has worked before. Though before I never got prickles or the feeling of swelling up, nor the sweating. I didn't want to take the ambulance as it is so expensive especially knowing I would need to  have oxygen. But I also knew there was no way I was  going to be able to handle a truck drive. I sat on the edge of the bed crying, getting dizzy, and suffocating. I decide to lay down. BIG MISTAKE!!!   Now instead of trying to breathe through a drinking straw I was trying to breathe through a tea stirrer. I immediately sat back up. That made the poking intensify and sweat dripped from my nose. I felt like I was going to pop. I called out to Dave "Help me,... please... Can't breathe... “.

Next thing I knew he was showing the dog into the bathroom and busting down the hall gate. Then enter the fireman

 and sorry ladies I have no idea what they look like. My eyes were closed because the sweat had been burning my eyes.  But I can tell you I was very argumentative with them. They stabbed and stabbed and stabbed and could not find a vein. They poked 5 different places. I pointed out my only non floating vein they still couldn't hit it.

Apparently my whole body was swollen. I was not aware. I felt like my body had inflated. I got mad and said "fan... Can't breathe... Hot“ the paramedic had turned it off because it was blowing away his stuff. But it also made me go into an extreme panic because my breathing got worse. They were also struggling to find my pulse, and get an oxygen reading. With thier contraption or with fingers. I'm obviously alive I'm talking.... Sorta. I looked up long enough to see my husband struggling to keep it together. Then my cell phone rang. Dave had to go remove it from my woman's purse. I apologized for its loudness and its location. It was my mom calling. Dave had called her, but his ringer was off so she called my phone. I needed him but breathing was more important. I coughed and said "puke" one of the emts removed my trashcan from the bathroom. Nothing happened though. They put me on oxygen. And my body was still rejecting it. Suddenly I felt light headed and my body fell backwards. Heard them say no laying down you breathe better sitting up. My brain woke up when I started to lack oxygen, I sat up when the tea stirrer was activated. But did that too quick. My head lulled forward. I kept saying, "help me" they replied "we are! You need to breath slower and hold your arm straight." "not... Working... Help". I pushed the mask harder into my face and went through a regimen of different breathing styles. Including but not limited too, breathing like your giving birth. I kept pulling the mask off saying "not... helping" and that's when they decided that I was going to take a ride. That is right about when I started having episodes of blacking out. I would only be out two or three seconds nobody would notice but me. But I thought oh no here we go it's over. I did not think it was possible to get hotter but I did. I could feel sweat dripping down my arms down my chest. I turn my head in the direction of the EMT I had been arguing with all morning. I said "floor... sit... floor... faint.. dizzy." all of them told me no I needed to stay on the bed. They didn't want to pick me up off the floor for the mobile bed. I honestly remember trying to stay up there, but the heat and lack of oxygen forbid me that motion. I blacked out and leaned forward. I remember saying "nope can't" and leaned forward. But woke and slid to the floor, back against the  bed. They seemed OK with that. My IV was in tack and my mask was still on but not working. Shouldn't have took my fan.  My eyes barely opened once they arrived, except to locate my husband. If I was leaving this world he was going to be the last thing I see.

So I stood up with help and hopped onto my bed on wheels. I was finally getting larger gasps of air like from a big gulp straw but still not enough. The ride was really bumpy. I kept blacking out. At one point my breathing went back to barely there. I said " can't.... Breathe...." They had purposely turned off the oxygen. I don't know why. I'm guessing they were curious what would happen. We went West to 91st then road north. I did notice my breathing getting better. I heard them say eta 5 min but it felt like 15. They kept poking my shin. It wasn't til later when I figured out why.

I don't remember going into the hospital. I kept blacking out, in the truck and in the E. R. I know I really enjoyed the outside air, it was freakin cold. From garage to truck and truck to E. R. . The cold air was fantastic. I think I smiled both times. Anyways.... As I was coming in and out of it, I still never opened my eyes but I answered questions. I was still answering in 2 words. Took me forever to give them my husbands phone number. They were thinking I had Carbon

monoxide poisoning. Kept hearing them talk about how red and swollen my whole body was. Dave says the picture does not even come close to describing how red and puffy I was.

Numerous different people kept poking my calves and looking at my hands. I guess the swollen lobster look was not normal. They had to  cut off my horse t-shirt jammie shirt (my mommy bought me that). (photo not from same day but that is the shirt.)

 They spoke bout how my breathing was slightly improving. Then I heard it. The only voice I wanted to hear. My husband. I popped my eyes opened and searched. Took me awhile with all the bodies in the room. He was in the hall. Thank God he's tall. I started crying again which did nothing for my heart rate or my breathing. But I was definetly more responsive. By the time all calmed down many many many hours had passed. My mom, dad, and hubby were all there. I was finally able to explain what happened. Then I looked at my hand. It was red and so swollen. My fingernails were blue. Both my hands were like this. Then I saw my ring. I immediately asked it to be removed before I lost circulation. They had to cut it off. I bawled when it was removed.

Then we started cracking jokes about my room number. I was in room 51, as in area 51, and I was definetly a mystery patient. They had no idea what happened to me. They nixed Carbo, and went to allergy. The only thing I had done I had never done before was a lavender bath bomb at 1130pm. Or it was a substance on my parents laundry. 30 seconds after closing the washing machine is when it hit me. The only other thing we could think of was I touched something as we roamed around town yesterday or in - n-out has a new something inside its doubles. I kept shaking uncontrollably as I was freezing. They must of put 5 warmed blankets on me. One was draped around my neck and shoulders like a shawl. They took me away momentarily and shot my veins with dye. They are not kidding when they say it gets warm. I felt like my whole body went pee. It went away quickly and I went back to shivering. We sat in the E. R. For hours. Once I regained my warmth I started demanding ice.( I demanded a lot of ice while here.)

I was a ufo ( Unexplainablely frustrating obscurity) Because of this, they decided to keep me a day for observation. Oh bloody hell really?

My one an only concern was my son. He was getting out of school early. Somebody needed to get him. He needed to be fed. And I refused for him to come to the hospital. He also needed bathed but I can do it Friday. Dave decided to pick up Rilee and My parents took it from there.

I finally got into a room. Mom And dad left to find me food prior to me leaving the e. r.. I was being myself. The oxygen was off. Dave left to get kid. I sent him home with a get me list. Basically change of clothes, kindle, chargers, writing pad. My parent's showed with donuts and a brownie in a cup... Ooh ooh and a 32oz Mt Dew. I was allowed an open diet. Just need breathing  treatments every 4 hours. Steroids every 4. Ended up swapping rooms as  my bed was broke and it was 80 in the room. I just had to take this photo as I thought it was funny.

 My mom thought it was cold. After my parents slept for 10 min they tagged out.

Taking over with Rilee. They ran some errands and took him to lunch and dinner. They got educated on how much food this kid can pack away. I had to request the room be dropped to 77, but after taking it to 74 it still didn't work.  Dave had just walked in and he thought it was hot. So they moved me. They moved me next door.

 This room was upon entry cold. Niiiiiiice. The bed still sucks but was better than the last. Dave left after we ate to deal with the kid for the rest of the night. This was his first in 3 years to deal with the kid for bed, and wake. I'm sure he's praying I'm home by the time he's released. Friday is apparently an early release day. Rilee went to bed in his own bed but will wake in mine. I made him put the kid in bed with him. I made him pull the gate into the doorway. That way Rilee is awoke by my phone call too.

I finally crashed out at 12:45am. But I kept waking because the staff are noisy. My door is even closed. I kept hearing them in the hall. I can understand if the nursing station was right by my room but it wasn't. At 245 I woke to an excruciating pain in the right side of my chest. I pressed on it, it went away, and went back to sleep. Then at 3 I woke up again to it, but it hurt a lot more. The lady for the breathing treatment walked in and I asked her to call a nurse. I had to pass on the treatment til it stopped hurting. It eventually faded and we decided to go on with the treatment. Figured it was a gas patch in my chest. Still waiting for respitory to return. The pain started again on my right back on the shoulder blade. It's intermittent and only lasts at the most a minute.  Oh look the vampires just arrived, 3 viles. Have not seen them since the ER while I was out of it. Oh and welcome back respiratory. She informed the that the treatment I'm getting is for kids.

 Wtf is that shit. No wonder they keep hearing wheezing. She leaves and I get into a coughing fit. It's supposed to do that. Great headaches back. Wtf really?

So Im going to end this... I'll update as stuff happens. One Facebook friend said it sounded like
Anaphylactic shock. If so I need to find an allergist and figure it out fast. I've never been allergic to that level. I get pains in my abdomen for corn and serious pukey feeling upset stomach for aspartame. We may never know.

Temporarily ended 3-10-2017 8:03 A. M.

So Lung doc visit requested a flu test then a pneumonia shot. Looking for viral reason. Said maybe you get to go home tomorrow. I asked if I could put on my jammies and they said after they take off the mobil heart monitor,

 they took it an hour later. Hours later the nurse finally come in then says, "now your in quarantine. Nobody can touch you. Must wear mask gown and stay 3 ft back."  Thanks now I feel like a leper.

3-10-17 2:20pm. So a few hours after I was put in quarantine I was moved. 

 They relocated me 3 floors up. Now I'm in isolation. My guests look like they are scrubbing up for surgery.

 Though my only guests have been my parents and my husband. Every 4 hours I get a breathing treatment, an hour later is my steroids shot, then after is vitals. Nothing has changed for any of the visits. Pressure, oxygen, pulse... Always in same range. They still have no idea what is wrong with me. Everytime I sleep I get a tightness in my right chest with pain. They don't seem to care. 15 min later it does it again, even hurts more. One person said something bout my lung sticking together. Yeeeeeah right. 3-11-17 8:

I'm off quarantine. But no touching. I got to take a shower. Still need to see lung doctor. Still have no idea what happened to me. 3-11-17 11am

Still here.... Day 3.... 4th room. Was doing a breathing treatment. 

They are still perplexed. They lifted the quarantine. I say look but no touch. Nana watched kid so Dave could visit. Thought they were sending me home today the one who gives me the breathing treatments was telling me to take the treatment bag home because they throw them out.... It has a real stethoscope. Giving it to Rilee (after I clean the crap out of it).  The pharmacy wanted to know where my script would go when I leave. I Said Walmart. But the lung doctor and the regular just say your breathing is clearing up. I keep getting coughing fits after the treatments. The little bit of sleep I do get I'm awoken by a pain in my chest, it only lasts a minute. Nobody seems to concerned about it.  I am, that shit hurts. I have developed a nasal issue but I think it's from the treatments.

I hands down think it was a severe allergic reaction. I'm scared of my garage currently. 

Every phone call with my husband and child rips me apart. I'm bawling by the time we're hanging up. When he leaves my room I'm immediately crying. My parents didn't visit today. My dad is not feeling well. Probably cause he was up at 3am, worked til 2, then around town with my son. Sandy needs to let him relax. Went to bed after 9pm. The exhaustion kicked his ass. Well that is all for now.
3-11-17 6pm  One reason I want to stay.  Room service. AND I don't have to do the dishes. I just put it on table when done and it goes away. The food is all mine. No sharing, no begging, no arguing. Grilled Ham n cheese, mushroom soup, chocolate cake, and iced tea. 3-11-17 10pm

 I can read the tv too.

Day 4. Respiratory apparently forgot about me last night. Last visit was 730pm. I asked at 1215am they said they were coming. I waited til 1245 and passed out. The vampires came at 330am.  Vitals
3-12-17 830am

 came at 430am. Even got other medicines at 530am.  But not one single breathing treatment until 815am, 12 hrs later. Oh well hungry gonna eat. OMG they got some awesome ham n cheese sandwiches, and the chocolate cake is moist like fresh from the oven soft.

Lung doc says bye.... Other doc says lemme talk to Lung doc. Nurse Jose says stay your fun.
3-12-17 230pm  

I'm released... Waiting for shoes from hubby so I can run for it. Going to pick up scripts, get some food,

 though hospital sandwiches are the bomb. 4 days in this place and they still have no idea what happened. All they know is that it was not viral. Have to see an allergist immediately. I am currently scared of the garage and touching anything new. Jumping in bath soon for a real cleaning. These bruises are ridiculous.

I played hide n seek with the dog on the night I came home.

and here is my son enjoying the booty from the hospital....