I should have written this blog a long time ago. I guess, I figured, if I didn’t write it then it wasn’t so bad.

This will be a lengthy blog so I understand if you want to stop here.

I found out the very beginning of Jan. that I have a herniated disc level T9-T10. I have some narrowing of the spine further up from there and several bulging disks below there. Some disc that are all but gone, from my disc degenerative disease.  I’ve also got tons of bone spurs.  So to say I was in a lot of pain from that is putting it mildly. I no sooner get that news then I get what I “thought” was a cold.

I went from being “healthy” to being in the hospital in 7 days.  My cold kept getting worse and by day 7 I was in horrible shape. Brian kept trying to get me to go to the doc but I refused. On January 10th in the early morning he said we aren’t waiting any longer your going to the ER. I still refused even though I could barley move and really wasn’t to aware of the environment around me. The following will be a little bit of my memory and a lot of what was told to me.

Jan 10th 2012, either Brian wakes me or I wake to go to the bathroom.  He tells me it’s time to go to the ER. I refuse.  I finally said fine, but let me take a bath first. I was much to weak to shower.  I remember not even being able to bathe myself.  It’s time to get out of the bathtub and I can’t get out. I simply don’t have the strength. That’s when I realized I was a bit sicker then I thought.
He kept trying to help me and it wasn’t working.  He finally said if I don’t get out he’s calling an ambulance. I remember thinking oh hell no. So with a lot of struggle I got out.   He woke up Emma and between the two of them. they got me clothes and dressed. 
I have no memory of getting dressed.  Emma tells me I was very insistent on having my cell phone and my purse. I’ll have to take her word on that.
I remember Brian having the car pulled up to the door and him helping me walk to the car. I remember nothing of the car ride to the hospital. My next memory is the car door open and a wheel chair being next to it.
No memory of being wheeled in, having tests done and being diagnosed. I remember hearing Brian say “Did I get her here in time”.  Then I see the doctor and he kept telling me how sick I was. That my kidney’s were failing and I had pneumonia. They were going to be transporting me to another hospital.  None of it really sank in.
I do however remember the entire ambulance ride because they were driving so fast I thought I was going to tip off the gurney.  Once we arrived at the hospital, again no memory.

Now I’m in ICU, no idea how I got there or how long I had been there. I remember seeing a nurse give Brian a bag for my clothes and her putting them in there while he held the bag.

My tongue was thick and torn up from dehydration and I had pretty much lost my voice. So communicating was very difficult. I remember waking to see 3 docs staring at me. They might of asked me some questions not real sure. I do remember them telling me they were going to put a chest tube in. I’m still not sure where I am, what day it is, or why I’m there other then they kept telling me I was very sick. 

I wake to feeling something cold on my leg and people all around me. They were saying my name but I had no idea what was going on nor did I care.  Turns out they were checking my legs for blood clots, prior to sending me off to get the chest tube. 

I’ll leave off here and write part two hopefully later today.

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