Today (September 10) marks 3 years since my life undeniably changed forever. This day I was in ICU on life support fighting to stay alive. Not knowing they journey I would have to face if I survived. Fortunate or not, the next 6 weeks I do not remember the battles I had to face - having a cardiac arrest because of severe bradycardia (slow heart rate), pneumonia, blood clots and of course paralysis from head to toe. It is through sharing with my mom and friends who were there filling me in what all occurred. Heart goes out to my mom who had bear witness to all of it but grateful for my friends who were there for me and supported my mom too. A moment in time, that Friday night after a long day in the office, I went out to buy my supper at Extreme Pita for a chicken bacon ranch pita. Who knew undercooked chicken would be the catalyst, giving me food poisoning and the stomach flu; then numbness and inability to walk a week later. How does that happen so fast? It took me a few week...
Even though it was in ICU, we made the best of it and enjoyed my visit week with Bruce. His handy skills cane in handy fixing a few things around the house my mom had noticed plus he hung up the ceiling fan for the master bedroom too. He was very kind and bought munchies for the ICU staff as a thank you for caring for me - they were so enjoyed and appreciated. Now that my O2 sats have stabilised, I was transferred back to my old room on unit 39 where I had to prepare myself to be transferred to Foothills. The first thing - learning to sit in a wheelchair. The pain was incredible - the lifting with a full body sling to the wheelchair, then the simple action of bending my knees in a sitting position. The first try I lasted 30 minutes, then I got to about 2 hours straight before the pain became intolerable. During this preparation process, another birthday has come. I never thought I would be in the hospital for a second year. My dad came to visit and enjoy my birthday celebrations to...
It was difficult to hear everything around me but struggle in communicating and basically lying flat on the bed. I couldn’t tell you how many times I would have tears and I struggled to say why. As one could expect it was tough absorbing the fact that in a matter of weeks I went from a walking able-body person to basically a quadriplegic person. Hearing from the doctors that this was the worst case of GBS they have seen and the recovery will be long and slow. How do you not get angry and frustrated by this situation? Well one night that is exactly what I did. We were struggling to get my arm into the hospital gown. I became frustrated and angry and next thing I know it, I felt a release as I helped push my arm into the gown sleeve. This is when it sunk in that my shoulders were coming alive. Yay! with my shoulders I could move my arm up and down!! I should try to get mad more often. Maybe I will prove the doctors wrong and my recovery will be quicker than they predicted. Hands ...
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