In my last post I talked about this crazy mystery sickness I was having.. Nausea, vomiting, and basically coughing up my lungs was the big issue. Well the coughing part ended up being RSV and I finally got rid of it but the stomach issues are still haunting me. UGH. I had been throwing up maybe once every day or every other day but was constantly nauseous. Every week I would go to the doctor they would either give me a new medication for nausea or change up the way I was taking it… NOTHING helped. With all the medications I’m on already, this had to be one of the most frustrating things for me… I just wanted to find something that helped.
Well this past Sunday I had hit rock bottom. I had been throwing up all day long (food, liquid, medicine). My body hadn’t had a break in days. My body ached with absolutely no energy. Anything and everything would trigger it. My mom would offer me water and just thinking about drinking water would make me gag. Like what in the world? Let me tell you… It was AWFUL. If you know me, it takes a lot for anyone to get me to the ER because I never leave happy. I somehow talked myself into it Sunday because I was desperate for help. So thats were my mom and I ended up.
We pull up and every single seat in the ER waiting room is full. Y’all, people were even laying on the floor! WTH!?!? All I could think about was how long of a night it was going to be. With my immune system being so weak, I stayed in the car while my mom went and checked me in (You weren’t going to catch me sitting on the ground for nothin). She comes right back out and said they were cleaning my room now and I should be called back soon. WAHOO! (Sometimes being a transplant patient works in your favor….. sometimes…) I got called right back but was put in isolation. Nurses come right in and draw blood and help get me situated. Nausea medicine and Morphine were given to me through the IV while we waited for results to come back. Oh my goodness. The Morphine I think is was saved me. My body was finally given a break after a month of constant vomiting and belly aches… I finally was able to relax and just rest.
After about an hour or so the blood results finally had come back. My hemoglobin was down to 4.4. Just 5 days prior it was up to 9! This was very concerning to the doctor so being admitted was the only option (That is when I reminded myself of why I hated going to the ER ). At this point I was still feeling great from the morphine and was so frustrated that I had to stay but I thought for sure they were going to fix me and it would all be worth it in the end. The transporters finally came in and said they were taking me to a room on the 12th floor. That put a huge smile on my face and took a huge weight off my shoulders. That is were all my favorite nurses worked so I knew I would be taken care of. We get up to the room and it happens to be the same exact room I was first admitted to last May when this whole journey started. HOW CRAZY!? Also, it was the last room open in the WHOLE hospital. Even more crazy.
Its about 3am by the time I get into my room and situated. They take my vitals and my blood pressure is extremely low. That never happens to me! So they have to closely monitor it all night (in other words I was not going to be sleeping that night. ugh). I finally began my blood transfusion and started feeling a bit better. By morning I had way more energy and my hemoglobin was back up to 9.9! That was very exiting. The doctor was still really confused and wanted to run a few test on my numbers to see why it had dropped so much so I wouldn’t be going home until the next day. I was able to eat two meals without throwing up which was great for me. By Monday night the nausea had come back. I tried different medications which didn’t work for me but was able to sleep through it.
Tuesday morning a lot of my numbers had dropped but my hemoglobin had stayed the same so the doctor was happy with that. I was able to go home Tuesday but my stomach issue was never solved. I ended up throwing up that night. Ugh. I’m Just glad to be out of the hospital. Thursday, I go back to the doctor and am going to get this stomach issue solved!
During my hospital stay I lost a sweet friend to cancer. She was such a happy little girl to be around. It made me reflect on my life this past year and remind me of how blessed I am to be where I’m at today. She fought her hardest and so will I. Gods plan is the best plan, you just have to believe!