I am willing to admit that I have a problem. I seem to be addicted to the finding out the absolute worst that could have happen...
First.. I have to go into detail about my last few weeks... because I'm a drama queen and I can't help myself.
I got sick. I had the flu. :( no fun.. but honestly other than that I didn't feel overly sick... really tired, aches and pain, cough... typical flu symptoms, right?
About 3 days into it I started to develop some breathing difficulty on my right side. Nothing to be too concerned about, but as I had been getting progressively worse throughout the day, I decided I'd rather head to the hospital at 7pm and see if they could give me a breathing treatment or something rather than waiting until 2am when I expect it would have been much worse...
So Andy takes me to the ER and literally drops me off at the curb and goes home. I thought he was just parking the car and was going to come in, but honestly not a big deal. The ER doctor was a little on the cocky side, chastised me for not getting a flu shot, and set me up for some morphine and fluids, after which he intended to send me home... and I intended to go home.
As soon as they gave me the morphine... AH!! oh my heck, I totally get how people can become addicted to that stuff. Immediate relief from the pain and chills, and I fell straight to sleep.
That's when the problems started. My blood pressure dropped to 80/40 and oxygen saturation from 98% to 72%. The ER Doctor got a little more serious, a little more confused. Took me for a CAT scan, and found pneumonia. I have never had pneumonia... in fact, the last time I even recall having the flu I was in high school. The bacteria from the flu had gotten into my blood stream. Oh and yes, I also tested positive for the flu, which is unrelated to the pneumonia.
Sepsis and septic shock are potential complications of pneumonia. Sepsis occurs when microorganisms enter the bloodstream and the immune system responds by secreting cytokines. Sepsis most often occurs with bacterial pneumonia; Streptococcus pneumoniae is the most common cause. Individuals with sepsis or septic shock need hospitalization in an intensive care unit. They often require intravenous fluids and medications to help keep their blood pressure from dropping too low. Sepsis can cause liver, kidney, and heart damage, among other problems, and it often causes death.
My timing could not have been any better. If I had waiting to go to the hospital things would have been much more serious.
My second day in the hospital was not going well. Anytime I stood up I went into Tachycardia... heart rate jumps way up to try and supply enough oxygen. My nurse... oh heaven help her... was briefing the night staff nurse at the end of her shift... right outside my open door. She's telling him about my current status and then says I'm either going to completely crash tonight or start to turn around. If I had been able to use my voice and lungs I would have said... "I CAN HEEEEEAR YOU..."
Long story short, I did start to turn around that night. The hospital pumped so much fluid into my body to maintain my heart rate that I literally was carrying 24lbs of water retention. Seriously... I looked ridiculous, and was sooooo incredibly uncomfortable. I finally got off the oxygen, and my blood pressure was getting back to the normal safe range.
Finally after 4 days I got to go home! The treating physician at the hospital offered to let me stay another night.. but um, no thank you. It's impossible to rest in the hospital.
Another week and a half of recovery at home and I'm finally starting to feel human. Still very tired, still don't have the full capacity of my lungs. But my vital organs are all begin to function normally again. (yay!!)
This whole things was WEIRD. Shocking weird. I had just had a doctors appointment a month earlier and was healthy as ever. I'm in good shape and have a pretty good immune system. I rarely get sick, and usually recover quickly. I saw my doctor again today, and he kept saying, "I know I shouldn't be laughing, because this was really serious, it's just so surprising..." When he first got the notification from the hospital of my condition he had to double check the information.
Anyway, I definitely do not ever want to relive the past few weeks.
Back to worst case scenarios... I can't help it.. as soon as I started to feel better I had to start researching everything that was wrong with me... how sick was I really?... could I have died?... what are the odds someone in my condition would get this?... If I hadn't gone to the hospital when I did what would have happened?... how much would my condition have deteriorated?
Just how lucky was I really??
I also have a runny tally of how many times I would have likely died if I had lived 100 years ago. It's up to 5 now... just so you know.
I remember all my worst case stats for all my serious illnesses or hospitalizations..