Part 2 to being in Hospital. To read the first half click “HERE”
I left off in part 1 getting ready to get my chest tube put in. I don’t remember getting it done which is a good thing.
I spent 2 days in ICU all in all and 8 days in a regular room. I saw 3 different doctors every single day while there. I had 2 cat scans done while there. I also had an xray done every single day but the day I was released.
The chest tube wasn’t really doing it’s thing so they injected some sort of med into it to try and get it draining. They did this 3 times. 2 times they just came into my room and messed around with it, to be honest I don’t know what they did. The 2nd time they found this huge nasty looking blood clot (she felt the need to show me) so they scheduled me to go back and have a bigger tube put in and to put a wire inside the tube to break up the clots. O.M.G that hurt!!! They kept giving me more and more meds but I remember every bit of it and I was seeing it on the screen. NOT fun!
Finally they said there was a real possibility that they were going to have to do surgery on my lung to get it all cleaned out. This was not something we wanted, longer recovery time and a painful procedure. Also a risk because they would only be able to use one lung. Every day was a waiting game. Finally they gave me a surgery date it seemed it was our only shot. We were down to the wire. I stayed up the entire night talking to God and Goddess and asking them to heal me. At the same time there were prayer chains going on. I found out my Aunt and Uncle got together and prayed for me. That morning they took me down for the final xray before surgery and to everyone’s surprise I had improved loads. By the grace of Goddess I didn’t have to have surgery. The doctor told me it was a miracle, I was really surprised to hear that coming from a doctor. After that I continued to heal and within a few days I was at home and resting.
While it did take an additional month in a half to get rid of all the pneumonia I was home and healing!
I do have a bit of damage, my diaphragm was pushed up when they inserted my chest tube so it’s pressing on my lung. I get short of breath at times but that, too, in time should sort it’s self out.
Both Brian and I have had several people ask us why we waited so long to get to the doc. Well from the day I had my first sneeze to the day I was taken to the ER was only 7 days. Who gets that sick, that fast? I had no idea I was that sick. By day 4 or 5 I wasn’t really even lucid and Brian kept trying to take me in and I kept refusing. It was the final threat of he takes me or he calls an ambulance that got me into the ER.
My kidneys are now functioning normally. Hearing I was in kidney failure scared the crap outta me. I knew what that meant. All I can tell you is I’m a walking miracle.
I have a ton of things going on with my back but that’s for another blog. LOL…If it’s not one thing it’s another.