Deadliest Catch

OMG! I just got out of the hospital! I feel worse than when I went in. That is so sad. Here is what had happened...

On Thursday, I had the upper endoscopy and went home. Just before I left the hospital, I felt lethargic and highly swollen in the abdomen. Something was not right. The nurses told me to get something to eat and I should feel better. That did not happen! I got sicker.

After a night's worth of barfing, I was dehydrated and could not go to the potty. I could not move to save my life. As I was laying in the bed, I was having muscle spasms in the legs, arms, neck, jaw, and the entire back would spaz out, too. One of the spasms that hit my jaw locked my mouth open. That had to have been a sight! I tried to take my potassium pills, but they came back up for that last vote from the porcelain throne of judgment. Ha ha!

The day went on with the spasms and lethargy and I stayed in bed watching television. Most of the time, I was snoozing my life away. Literally! If my mom-in-law would not have came over to check on me, you would not be reading this. By the time she came over, I started having chest pains. I am not sure if they were my heart or not, but it hurt pretty badly.

I get to the e.r. and was sent to the back immediately. I was having breathing problems and kept fading in and out. My heart rate was 140 and my blood pressure was only 80/40. Pulse was too high and the blood pressure was too low. I was extremely cold to the touch, but I felt like I was on fire from the inside.

Then the nurses tried to get an iv. What a joke! My veins were hiding like OJ Simpson! The nurses were like, "I see you, now I am gonna poke you!" My veins had their own agenda, "I don't think so, Buddy! Catch me if you can. Hahahahahahaha! In your face!" I was poked over and over again. Both my arms and feet look like a pin cushion. Shoot, when I had the upper endoscopy, they got my iv in my ankle! They finally find one on my left hand on the side after fighting with all of the rest of my veins. I was hoping they would put one in my neck, better known as an "EJ". Those are so much better to have. They hurt a little bit, but are out of the way and last a bit longer than the ivs in the hands, arms, or feet. I have had them all. Central lines, PICC, midlines, I have had them at some point in my life.

Momentary Subject Change:  My hubby just gave me a back massage! Miracles do happen!!!!! I kept giggling because my back is so ticklish.

When I went to the er, I thought that they would give me some fluids and send me home...WRONG! I was admitted on Friday. The thing that was different this time was that I had a new symptom of panic attacks. Yesterday, I was happy that I could be released the next day, but things took a turn for the worse. I was lying in the bed trying to relax. But just then, I was almost catatonic with only my eyes able to move. That scared me! The iv pump was beeping because the iv in my inner elbow was kinked and I tried to move my arm to silence the machine, but there was NO movement of that arm. Then, I tried to call for my nurse, no sound came out! My breathing became erratic along with my heart rate and blood pressure. Finally, I was able to move my hand to press the nurses call button. Nothing was happening, no repsonse, no answer, nobody came, nothing. I was having uncontrollable feelings of fear that I have never felt before. It was horrifying! Then, I started thinking that people were after me and that there was a conspiracy happening against me. Just at the very moment,  my nurse popped her head in and asked if I was alright. I was able to mumble an almost silent, "No". She looked at me and called for assistance. My chest was jumping up and down quickly. She sat next to me and started to calm me down. She took my blood pressure and other stats, which were overwhelming by themselves. BP: 148/92, Respirations: 26, Heart Rate: 141, Oxygen: 98. Once the panic attack was over, my stats went back to normal: BP: 117/73, Repirations: 17, Heart Rate: 113, Oxygen: 99. I was given xanax, diluadid, and phenerghan. What a combination! Whew, I went to sleep! I woke up two hours later and went downstairs for a cigarette. I came back to bed after getting three puffs and was good. Then the night nurse came in and gave me more xanax to put my behind to sleep. I had a total of 4 mg of xanax, 4 mg of diluadid, and 50 mg of phenerghan last night. I am still a zombie right now! That medicine was given to me almost 24 hours ago! Go figure!

When it comes to me remembering things, my brain tends to play out exactly what had happened. I remember just about everything. My husband, Ric, calls me the "steel trap" because of this. But, my brain is in a fog at this moment. I am hoping that I can do all of my classwork from this week and get it turned in by midnight tonight!