Thursday, March 19, 2015

It was time to say goodbye or so we thought.

 Continuing from my last post, I left off with us heading to the hospital.
By the time we got there I knew I wouldn't be able to walk. I couldn't talk and my breathing was so loud it was scaring the babies.
Meg rushed in and got a nurse with a wheel chair. I was so embarrassed. They carted me in and from then on everything was a blur.
I remember them telling me to try and slow my breathing but that it hurt so bad not only to breathe but for my heart to beat.
My blood pressure was to low and my blood sugar was to high. So high in fact that they couldn't get it to register on the machine and had to send it down to the lab. When it came back it was at 652 or around there. A normal blood sugar is 80 to 120. I was in trouble. My heart was giving out, as were my kidneys.
Pretty soon I found myself with Iv's in both arms and a phlobotomist, not sure on the spelling here, telling me they were going to do an arterial blood gas. What that equates to is them pulling blood directly from my artery. I've had it done before and knew what to expect. You can't move at all even though it hurts like hell because if you do they can cut your artery and you can bleed out very quickly. I just remember the minute my husband walked in the room. I knew it would be ok. The nurses later told me that as soon as he came in my breathing eased and that they knew he was my husband or at the very least someone very important to me. I don't remember much. Just bits and pieces, and the things I was told afterwards. I had to have a central line put in. That is a type of Iv they put in your jugular that runs down to your heart. The advantage is that they can administer meds directly to your heart from one stint while pulling blood from another. I remember that hurt. Bad.
God was good to me. I almost died and from all accounts I should have, but I was only there for two days. The reason for all this madness? Two things. One, we discovered that my insulin pump needle had not gone into my arm but instead had bent on contact and so I had not been receiving any insulin for over 24 hours. Secondly, I had been on Chantix for about 3 weeks. In one in thousands of people Chantix can affect the heart and kidneys, which in turn can mess with your blood sugars.
I also had to have my potassium, calcium, and magnesium brought back up as this apparently washed them out.
Now the remaining affect is that in those two days, while I was not eating anything, I gained 14 pounds, hopefully fluids that will flush out. I can't wear any of my clothes. Very annoying. The swelling hurts horribly but at least I'm alive and my food taste like saw dust. Not sure why but it does. Also I am having a hard time eating as I seem to never be hungry. This would work out great if it meant I was losing weight but unfortunately it's not happening. To give you an idea I went from weighing 128 pounds to 142. So I'm doing what I hate and running around in sweat pants.
However, I have decided its time to take a little time and do what I love and that is to write again.
Next week I start watching my grandbabies again and I can't wait, but I still need to find time to write. So there you have it my friends. I'm still alive. I've just been a slacker. Please forgive the absence. Big hugs to all.

5 comments:

  1. You had quite the adventure! I hope you're through it all now, including smoking. That's a tough one; it can be done.

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  2. Holy s**t--nothing is ever easy for you, girl!!

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  3. Big hugs right back to you! Yes, take some "me" time and take good care of yourself!

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  4. My goodness, I'm so sorry to hear that you've had to endure so much. I had noticed that you hadn't posted in a long time, but I had no idea why. I'm so glad to see that your health has improved and that you're back to blogging again. That's really good news and believe me, you were missed... :)

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  5. Oh my gosh! I'm so glad you are okay. That Chantix is crazy stuff, a friend of T had a nervous breakdown on it. Just started uncontrollably crying for absolutely no reason and had to go to the ER. They said it can even cause suicidal actions. Anyway, like I said, I'm glad you are recovering. :)

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