So on March 9, after weeks of feeling like crap, a few months of not feeling completely well, I was diagnosed with Bilateral Pneumonia/Double Pneumonia. I was admitted to the hospital and a few days later after many bags of IV antibiotics, when my chest x-rays actually looked WORSE and my doctor flipped out a little bit and ordered many, many more tests and a ct scan ... they diagnosed me with Atypical Acute Interstitial Pneumonia.
Not your every day, typical case of
pneumonia. Mine didn't responde well to antibiotics. My chest x-rays
not only didn't improve, but got worse before they got better. They
looked for masses in my lungs, made me spit into a cup so they could
test it, took about 7 gallons of blood, took urine samples, gave me
enough breathing treatments to kill a horse... and finally I got a bit
Then they sent in the Pulmonary Specialist to
consult with me, as well as an Infectious Diseases Specialist. (Boy
wasn't I feeling special at that point.) The Pulmonary Specialist told
me that I had some of the most impressive chest x-rays that he'd ever
seen. But not in a good way. Awesome!
To make a long
story short, I was hospitalized for 9 days, on oxygen the entire time,
fighting a nasty fever for about the first half and completely and
utterly unable to breathe normally for the first 6 days or so. I
learned after the fact that I was in fact considered critical, and a
step away from being put in the ICU and on life support. Double awesome.
I had no idea I was that sick.
I had been sick in
January. Nolan had brought home a nasty flu bug from school, and I
caught it from him. It turned into pneumonia, and I missed a week of
work... hadn't been that sick in YEARS. From then until March 3rd or
so, I just never felt completely well. I still felt run down and sick
and just not close to 100%. Around March 3rd I started feeling sick
again, stayed home all weekend including Friday and Monday from work. I
made it into work on Tuesday the 8th... though I am kind of amazed that
I did. I remember it taking everything I had to just walk from my desk
to the bathroom. I took an hour long nap on my lunch break and when I
had to go downstairs to talk to someone from HR about applying for
shared leave (as I had maxed out my leave at that point), I thought I
was going to pass out. I felt like I wasn't getting any oxygen to my
muscles. (I wasn't.)
My coworker gave me a ride home,
which is damn lucky... I usually walk the 1/2 mile to the train station,
but I kept thinking "how the hell am I going to make it?" I truly
didn't know, so when she offered, I jumped at the opportunity.
next day I stayed home and agreed to let my mom take me to the doctor. I
was running a 103+ fever, and come to find out my oxygen was at only
82%. We went to the doctor and he immediately sent me to the hospital.
It was really really hard to be there for 9 days...
and there were a few days where I just sat and cried after Aaron and the
boys would leave. Aaron was a rock star, he came every single day with
the boys so I could see them. But at the same time, it was
heartbreaking... Sethy would tell me "you come home mom, I take care of
you." and Nolan would melt down everytime they would leave ... he took
my being in the hosptial the hardest. He also had the most changed in
his schedule. He stayed with my parents while I was in the hospital so
he could be taken to school in the morning as usual by Sethy's
godmother, and our family friend Karen. He would cry and tell me he
just wanted me to come home. That was really, really, REALLY hard.
the end of the stay, it was kind of strange... I felt so much better,
but my vitals still showed my oxygen too low... moving around much
really exhausted me and made it hard to breathe, but other than that I
felt normal. It was so strange to have the nurses and staff come in
periodically and see if I needed anything... after about 10am my courses
of antibiotics would be finished and I would just be hanging out.
Watching horrible tv and playing zuma blitz on facebook.
was released on St. Patricks Day and went to stay at my mom and dad's.
I ended up staying there for a week, and let me tell you, if you are
sick and need a place to stay, I recommend it. My mom took the week off,
and wouldn't let me do anything. It was great. I was able to sleep
and recuperate at a nice slow pace.
So that brings me
up to today, and tommorrow I am going home! As much as I've enjoyed
being at my mom's, I am so excited to get back to my place, my cats, and
my life. I am still out of work for another week, but I'm going home
and I can't wait!