When Your Body Says "STOP"
Thursday, May 31, 2012
About a month ago, I was having trouble breathing, so I went to the doctor. I figured it was either my RA (because really aggressive cases like mine can affect your lungs) or that my Aortic valve deficiency had gotten worse. My doctor sent me for a CT scan. From radiology, I was taken immediately to the emergency room, where I learned I had a blood clot in my lung. Later on, I was admitted to the hospital where I learned I had multiple clots in BOTH lungs. I was only allowed out of bed to go to the bathroom and the next day I was transferred to another hospital (in an ambulance with lights and sirens on) and taken directly to a surgical suite for a relatively new catheterization procedure. Catheters were inserted in both legs to deliver medicine and ultrasonic waves directly to the clots in order to break them up. For the next 18 hours, I wasn't allowed to move at all from the chest down. I spent two nights in cardiac ICU before being transferred to a regular room in the cardiac wing. Because I had come from another hospital, I was in isolation, so I had plenty of privacy (phew!) and I spent the next few days sleeping and watching cartoons.
It's going to be a long road back. I'm lucky to be alive, as I'm told that if I had waited any longer, I would likely only have lived another 24 to 48 hours. As I understand it, it takes three to six months to fully recover from ONE pulmonary embolism, so I'm trying very hard to be patient. I'm returning to work next week (oh joy) and I'm back to working on my weight. This has been a wake up call. I have to start caring about my body or it will stop working and I won't be here anymore. I rather like being alive, and I'd like to stay that way.
Love and hugs to all. I will only be on sporadically as I spend most of my free time sleeping and will have less and less of it once I'm back at work.