an ICU room with a view... I see a quilt
So reading my post from Friday is laughable now.
I was well on my way towards relaxing... we went to dinner at a Mexican food restaurant on Friday night after the softball game just like we always do. I had the same food and same everything but my body decided that it was allergic to something.
My lips started feeling a little funny on the way home. Five minutes later we got home and I went into the bathroom to see that my upper lip was really puffy. Huh.
I ran into Steve in the hallway and he promptly pulled me into the light and his eyes got huge. He was a paramedic for 8 years so you know it's not good when he calls 911.
He told me to sit down on the couch and that the paramedics were coming to give me some medicine. Notice the distinct absence of a ride in the ambulance mentioned?
Why are firemen and paramedics always cute? And remember I'm married to a former one so I feel I have a little more latitude to talk about looks here. ;)
So in walk the firemen and paramedics. I wish I could say that I had that nice bee-sting quality to my lips that lots of women pay for. I did not though. I know this because I could see, out of my puffy eyes, my own lips protruding from my face. I also couldn't talk by this point because my tongue was so swollen and my throat was closing so I couldn't even greet the men in my living room.
They start working on me and I hear Steve ask when they were going to "roll". Roll what? I'm thinking. Turns out that's code for leaving in the ambulance.
The next several hours were a blur of needles, IV's, injections, breathing treatments, meds, doctors, nurses... and Steve asking if he could take a picture. He was totally kidding of course!
Nothing was really working so that's when the doctor decided to admit me "upstairs". I eventually got settled in a room with glass walls. That should have been my first clue that I was in ICU but I didn't figure that out until the nurse kept coming in every 30 minutes and I complimented her on her attentiveness. She said something about that's what they do in the ICU. Oh. But she really was awesome too.
Throughout the night she kept coming in along with someone else giving breathing treatments. She gave me Benadryl and other stuff while the other person was giving me epinephrine. That combo of medications makes you feel like you are trying to take a nap on a roller coaster. I pretty much sat straight up in bed all night. Had I not been tethered by IVs in each arm, I would have put my hands in the air. It was that fun.
I got to go home on Saturday and I am the proud owner of two Epipens. I have an appointment with an allergist to figure out what I'm allergic to. My face is pretty much back to normal and I can almost sleep normally. Needless to say, this episode scared me and pretty much everyone around me. And in all seriousness, I'm really thankful for a husband who is calm and knows that to do in an emergency and of course all the people who helped me along the way. I knew I was in good hands and that made a huge difference for me.
hospital curtain inspiration While waiting on Saturday to be released I was still a bundle of jittery energy so I took note of my surroundings. You really can find quilt inspiration anywhere. ;)
So. How was your weekend??