911
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
So it all started when I woke up at 10:45 in the morning. I remember trying to recall my 2 am chat with Buttwipe earlier and if we covered any important details for the wedding. Anyway, I swished some Crest, brushed my teeth, took a pee and poopoo'd at the same time. That was when I felt some pain in my lower abdomen. I then looked at the tissue I wiped my fla-fla with and I saw some blood. I was happy because I had been expecting it and th
e more days I back-up this month the better because that would mean that by December 19, the day we leave for Pinas, I would be red tide-free. Before I could leap YEY, the pain started getting worse that I right away thought of heating up the warm compress bag. I was preparing my microwave oatmeal which is my everyday breakfast. That was when I first realized that I could not stand in my own two feet and I started crawling on the floor looking for the phone in Hoen's bedside table. I crawled to the bathroom to ready some Acetaminophen and Ibuprofen but I was worried since I hadn't eaten anything yet. I went back to the microwave to get the already heated compress, replaced it with the oatmeal then I went to the bathroom again to take my second poopoo. That's when it hurt sooo much I could only close my eyes. I have this OC about washing my PP after taking a dump but all I could think of then was calling Hoen.
I went back to the kitchen supposedly to get my oatmeal and start eating but then the apartment spun, I was having cold sweats, I was nauseated and I actually wanted to throw up. I speed-dialed Hoen who p
robably knew something was very wrong because he said he was going to come home right away. At this point, I was already on the couch, curled up, crying, closing my eyes and just praying that the panic attack 5 years ago doesn't happen again. My ring and pinky fingers started going numb and that's when I realized I was hyperventilating. I was calling out to God asking him to help me. I had the medicine beside me but its seal had to be broken (I got the UNOPENED one amongst the 3 we have, nger) and I had no strength. I took a dump for the third time then the fourth time. After that, I could not go anywhere within 5 feet. I called Hoen again and just wanted to listen to his voice while I tried to steady my breathing. After a few minutes of crying and just holding on to the warm compress on my pus-on, I told Hoen to call 911 because I just couldn't take it anymore. I needed help and fast. He persuaded me to eat a banana in case my potassium was low so I struggled to the dining table got the entire thing. He had to hang up to call them up so I transferred to the floor carpet where it was warmer. I remember arguing with myself, "Dust on skin. I can't have dust on my skin. There's dirt there, stay on the couch" but I just surrendered to it. I had enough strength to spread our living room blanket on the floor along with the throw pillows and just stayed there. I remember rocking back and forth and praying, "Lord, help me... Lord, help me..." while steadying my breathing by counting. Since their bananas are relatively bigger and thicker than ours, I had the hardest time breaking one off from the bunch so I literally had to snap it off by jolting it with my wrist a couple of times. I took a few bites which was hard because my fingers could not hold on to it that well. I could then hear Hoen's steps on the hallway and I couldn't even turn around to look at him. I was just happy he was there.
I don't know how much time went by when I heard the Paramedics arrive. I could only hear my sobs. I don't remember much about it except that they decided to get me into the ambulance (they cancelled "air" which might have been a chopper transport). Hoen put on my Old Navy hoodie, my pajames and my sheepskin sli
ppers since it was a bit chilly outside. I remember asking the medic to carry me because I was still nauseated. The next thing I knew, I was inside the ambulance and I instantly got reminded of all those emergency scenes we see in the movies. The inside of a 911 transport is CRAMPY. They had 2 gurneys and mine was small. They strapped me into it but it was no use because I was turning and kicking because of the pain. I must've passed out because I woke up inside the ER and I was asked to transfer to a bed. I could hear the paramedic relay my entire history to the doctor and he did pretty well trying not to miss any detail. I was then rolled into a room where tests were done: my favorite blood drawing, urine (it was my first time to have a catheter inserted into my urethra and BOY was it uncomfortable!) and of course, they felt me up in the non-malicious sort of way. I had to answer questions with the nurse and the doctor after which, the nurse injected me with a painkiller above my butt. I wanted to see the needle get into my skin because this really is my favorite part and I was disappointed at how short the needle was. Hoh well. Since they had a television, Hoen was only too delighted to watch some Football while I was trying to catch some Zs because of the painkiller. A half hour passed and I was taken to the ultra sound room where they took one for my abdomen-- they wanted to make sure my kindeys, spleen, pancreas, stomach and intestines were fine. I remember asking, "Why not my lower abdomen? That's where it hurt" but the radiologist said, "They only stated abdominal so they must have a reason." I remember the doctor saying that because I took a dump 4 times, they wanted to make sure nothing was wrong with my digestive region. I was rolled back to ER room no. 4 only to be brought back to the Ultra sound room again. This time, they did an ultra sound on my pelvic area but the radiologist decided to do a transvaginal one because of my history with polyps. She wanted to check for any abnormal growths, tumor, chances of endometriosis, regrowth of polyps, etc. I was rolled back to the ER room and by this time, I was seriously hungry. I asked Hoen to ask the nurse if I could eat or drink something but they didn't want to give me anything until all my test results have been turned in. I had been drinking water so there was nothing they could do about that. Anyway, the nurse came in half and hour later and gave me this really dry turkey meat, some white bread, miracle whip, honey crackers, some fruit salad WITH PINEAPPLES and apple juice. It was NOT appetizing but I didn't care. I was too lightheaded and too hungry to care. I actually ate almost all of it.
The doctor came in to tell me he would recheck all the results after which, the nurse came in with some papers. All my tests came out normal and I asked the nurse to interpret some of the words. I remember thinking, I am going to email these to Jown and ask her about the rest. Anyway, the more important ones like glucose, potassium, white blood cells, red blood cells, protein, etc were all within the normal range. Even my heart rate although I had low blood pressure at first. I was given a go to go home but was told to contact my OB GYN for consultation right away. Their theory? Since it happened right when I woke up, with my body still unfed and without nutrients to start off the day, it couldn't cope with the pain. Or, I had a spasm which went away. The cause is still unknown so I will have to wait for my OB GYN, Dr. Bishop's verdict. I didn't bleed right away. I bled the night of D'Day. Hoen brought some chinese, got me some Fish Fillet and fries from McDo and took the afternoon off. I spent the entire day lying down or sitting.
Even today, I am experiencing some cramps but not as bad as yesterday. My flow is slower than usual so maybe that was it. Bottomline, I shouldn't think that I'm over my episodes. If I am not careful, they will still come back to ruin my days so I better be more vigilant with myself.
e more days I back-up this month the better because that would mean that by December 19, the day we leave for Pinas, I would be red tide-free. Before I could leap YEY, the pain started getting worse that I right away thought of heating up the warm compress bag. I was preparing my microwave oatmeal which is my everyday breakfast. That was when I first realized that I could not stand in my own two feet and I started crawling on the floor looking for the phone in Hoen's bedside table. I crawled to the bathroom to ready some Acetaminophen and Ibuprofen but I was worried since I hadn't eaten anything yet. I went back to the microwave to get the already heated compress, replaced it with the oatmeal then I went to the bathroom again to take my second poopoo. That's when it hurt sooo much I could only close my eyes. I have this OC about washing my PP after taking a dump but all I could think of then was calling Hoen. I went back to the kitchen supposedly to get my oatmeal and start eating but then the apartment spun, I was having cold sweats, I was nauseated and I actually wanted to throw up. I speed-dialed Hoen who p
robably knew something was very wrong because he said he was going to come home right away. At this point, I was already on the couch, curled up, crying, closing my eyes and just praying that the panic attack 5 years ago doesn't happen again. My ring and pinky fingers started going numb and that's when I realized I was hyperventilating. I was calling out to God asking him to help me. I had the medicine beside me but its seal had to be broken (I got the UNOPENED one amongst the 3 we have, nger) and I had no strength. I took a dump for the third time then the fourth time. After that, I could not go anywhere within 5 feet. I called Hoen again and just wanted to listen to his voice while I tried to steady my breathing. After a few minutes of crying and just holding on to the warm compress on my pus-on, I told Hoen to call 911 because I just couldn't take it anymore. I needed help and fast. He persuaded me to eat a banana in case my potassium was low so I struggled to the dining table got the entire thing. He had to hang up to call them up so I transferred to the floor carpet where it was warmer. I remember arguing with myself, "Dust on skin. I can't have dust on my skin. There's dirt there, stay on the couch" but I just surrendered to it. I had enough strength to spread our living room blanket on the floor along with the throw pillows and just stayed there. I remember rocking back and forth and praying, "Lord, help me... Lord, help me..." while steadying my breathing by counting. Since their bananas are relatively bigger and thicker than ours, I had the hardest time breaking one off from the bunch so I literally had to snap it off by jolting it with my wrist a couple of times. I took a few bites which was hard because my fingers could not hold on to it that well. I could then hear Hoen's steps on the hallway and I couldn't even turn around to look at him. I was just happy he was there.I don't know how much time went by when I heard the Paramedics arrive. I could only hear my sobs. I don't remember much about it except that they decided to get me into the ambulance (they cancelled "air" which might have been a chopper transport). Hoen put on my Old Navy hoodie, my pajames and my sheepskin sli
ppers since it was a bit chilly outside. I remember asking the medic to carry me because I was still nauseated. The next thing I knew, I was inside the ambulance and I instantly got reminded of all those emergency scenes we see in the movies. The inside of a 911 transport is CRAMPY. They had 2 gurneys and mine was small. They strapped me into it but it was no use because I was turning and kicking because of the pain. I must've passed out because I woke up inside the ER and I was asked to transfer to a bed. I could hear the paramedic relay my entire history to the doctor and he did pretty well trying not to miss any detail. I was then rolled into a room where tests were done: my favorite blood drawing, urine (it was my first time to have a catheter inserted into my urethra and BOY was it uncomfortable!) and of course, they felt me up in the non-malicious sort of way. I had to answer questions with the nurse and the doctor after which, the nurse injected me with a painkiller above my butt. I wanted to see the needle get into my skin because this really is my favorite part and I was disappointed at how short the needle was. Hoh well. Since they had a television, Hoen was only too delighted to watch some Football while I was trying to catch some Zs because of the painkiller. A half hour passed and I was taken to the ultra sound room where they took one for my abdomen-- they wanted to make sure my kindeys, spleen, pancreas, stomach and intestines were fine. I remember asking, "Why not my lower abdomen? That's where it hurt" but the radiologist said, "They only stated abdominal so they must have a reason." I remember the doctor saying that because I took a dump 4 times, they wanted to make sure nothing was wrong with my digestive region. I was rolled back to ER room no. 4 only to be brought back to the Ultra sound room again. This time, they did an ultra sound on my pelvic area but the radiologist decided to do a transvaginal one because of my history with polyps. She wanted to check for any abnormal growths, tumor, chances of endometriosis, regrowth of polyps, etc. I was rolled back to the ER room and by this time, I was seriously hungry. I asked Hoen to ask the nurse if I could eat or drink something but they didn't want to give me anything until all my test results have been turned in. I had been drinking water so there was nothing they could do about that. Anyway, the nurse came in half and hour later and gave me this really dry turkey meat, some white bread, miracle whip, honey crackers, some fruit salad WITH PINEAPPLES and apple juice. It was NOT appetizing but I didn't care. I was too lightheaded and too hungry to care. I actually ate almost all of it. The doctor came in to tell me he would recheck all the results after which, the nurse came in with some papers. All my tests came out normal and I asked the nurse to interpret some of the words. I remember thinking, I am going to email these to Jown and ask her about the rest. Anyway, the more important ones like glucose, potassium, white blood cells, red blood cells, protein, etc were all within the normal range. Even my heart rate although I had low blood pressure at first. I was given a go to go home but was told to contact my OB GYN for consultation right away. Their theory? Since it happened right when I woke up, with my body still unfed and without nutrients to start off the day, it couldn't cope with the pain. Or, I had a spasm which went away. The cause is still unknown so I will have to wait for my OB GYN, Dr. Bishop's verdict. I didn't bleed right away. I bled the night of D'Day. Hoen brought some chinese, got me some Fish Fillet and fries from McDo and took the afternoon off. I spent the entire day lying down or sitting.
Even today, I am experiencing some cramps but not as bad as yesterday. My flow is slower than usual so maybe that was it. Bottomline, I shouldn't think that I'm over my episodes. If I am not careful, they will still come back to ruin my days so I better be more vigilant with myself.
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