Originally Posted by Addie
PF and Andy
Will get back to you.
To be continued.....
Well, here I am. And lucky to be alive. At nine o'clock before I left to go to my appointment I check my sugar. It was 204. Way to high for me.
Ten-forty five a.m. They called my name. I wasn't feeling too good. Extremely sleepy, shaking, having a very severe case of the dry heaves, and just wanting to go to sleep. I could no longer sit up on my own. They tried to get my BP. Two different people tried. By the time they found a machine that would give them some sort of reading, my BP was 60 for the top number. My pulse was 50 and dropping. The next thing I know I am on a gurney and being rushed through the corridors to the ET. I opened my eyes just enough to see the student doctor running ahead to make way and get folks out of the way. They keep saying, "Adele don't leave me. Open your eyes. Can you hear me? Can you feel me touching you?" All I could do was grunt a reply. I have an oxygen mask on, and once we get to the ER, right in the corridor I have about eight people working on me. One is giving me an IV, someone is removing my clothes and placing stickies my chest and legs for an instant EKG, wake up Adele, don't leave me. Get the crash cart.
All I could say was call my son. You could hardly hear me. My BP was still dropping. All I wanted to do was go to sleep. They wouldn't let me. I was severely dehydrated and and they were trying to get my BP up and my sugars down. the blood work comes back the the lab. Something is wrong with my kidneys. By the time they had me stable, the nurse removes the IV too roughly. My skin is very fragile. She rips open the needle stick site. Not enough pressure on the site of the IV. I don't notice it until I am half dressed. I am standing there with blood pouring out of the vein. The thick gauze is soaked with blood and dripping all over me and the floor. She pulled of the tape too roughly. I get out of there at six in the evening. They wouldn't let me sleep.I called Son #1 to pick me up. I call my youngest one to let him know I am all right. I immediately layed down and went into a deep sleep for five hours. I am still shaky and have trouble walking. If I didn't have a need for a visit to the outhouse, I would still be sleeping. but as each minute passes, I am feeling stronger.
There was some disagreement as to whether I should be admitted. I stayed out of that conversation. Usually I am fighting to go home. Not this time. They made me walk a short distance. I appeared to be stable. All the numbers have improved tremendously. So they let me go. I manage to develop a migraine headache while I was there. They give me a shot for that and one for the nausea before I leave. The headache is gone, but not the nausea.
I am dringking plenty of water, no coffee. and just had a small bowl of crackers and milk. A childhood favorite. I am going back to sleep.
BTW, Katie, how did your surgery go? I was thinking of you on the way home.
Never did get the pre-op work done for the eye surgery. So we have to go back to square one. Is there an omen going on telling me that it should never take place? What else can happen?