I'm going to make this as brief as possible, which knowing me will be difficult. This last week I have been way overdoing it making candy and baking goodies....I LOVE this time of year. Jacob too. Well, I totally overdid it. I usually push myself, but this was like, pushing myself right into crisis. It's never happened this fast or dramatically before.
Thursday night, when I got in bed, I couldn't catch my breath. I've had this once in a while, but this was like going on and on. I was "this" close to driving the the ER right then (about midnight). Friday was Doug's work Christmas lunch, and we went. I was on oxygen at that point, and as long as I stayed relatively still it wasn't a big deal.
Then we walked back to the car afterwards, and I was just gasping for air. I was bad enough off to call the neuro and ask how much to increase my prednisone. I would avoid doing this at all costs, unless the only other option was chopping off my own limb...with a dental pick.
Well, they heard me on the phone and sent me to the ER. So we went to Kalamazoo, because there are no neurologists in Allegan. Was in the ER from about 2:15PM (in my party clothes and "thank-you-for-the-country-music-award-hair) until about 5 ish when they told me I was going to be admitted. Against my will if necessary, because I didn't want to be there.
So I stayed, got a room finally at like 8:30. Doug and Jacob had gone to get me some personal stuff, and gotten back right before we went to my room. EVERYONE was just in love with Jacob. He had to 'help" everyone taking care of Mommy. So they finaly left about 10:00 after I was in my room.
I was already feeling significantly better by then, but they had bunches of tests and cultures and all other kinds of stuff to do. So I had 2 ABG's (arterial blood gas) OUCHIE. The first one didnt' work. Had to poke me again. That's a very special kind of pain. Deep. Ouch. Yuck.
Then of course, in the ER they had started an IV. Hate that. In my room they had to draw blood cultures from tow different sites. First one went like nothing. Didn't even notice that it was in. Not so much for the next THREE times she was poking around for a vein. Finally got it.
Then some ding dong came in at 4:00 AM (what the heck I was still awake) to draw for an A1C. I'm like, did you NOT see the GALLON of blood good ol' Florence Nightengale there just tapped off? Sheez.
Anyway, this morning I had pretty much made up my mind that I wasn't staying again. I slept about 2 hours and 45 minutes. I can't do that. All they were waiting on were cultures which wouldn't be done til at least Monday, and I'm like, I'm not just going to sit here and twiddle my thumbs until you can tell me what's up. Sorry. So I was discharged. :)
So please just keep us all in our your prayers. We have to go to Ann Arbor twice now before Christmas, and I was really hoping not to go at all til after. Doug has been fighting this stupid cold for a month now, and is just run down. He had to make extra trips with Jacob to and from the hospital with me...he's worn out.
Oh well. This too shall pass, I suppose. I will post the winner of the giveaway tomorrow morning, if that's okay. I'm pretty pooped. Thank you for your prayers and support!