Last Thursday night, I had a restless night at home. The pellet stove had been making noise all night, too much sawdust for the auger. I had been up and down throughout the night checking on it, and at five a.m. I decided to get up and turn it off. I wasn't sure I could go back to sleep, so I headed to the couch to watch the TV. I watched for a while and feel asleep for a couple of hours. when I awoke, I was cold and had the shivers. I jumped into the tub to warm myself and crawled back into bed with Lisa.
When Lisa awoke she checked my temp and found me at 101 , a signal to head to the hospital. By the time she called the hospital and readied the car I was already up to 105. I don't remember much about the ride, my brain was in shutdown mode. We spent some 5 hours in the ER, and finally doctors from the seventh floor came down to examine me and get me headed up stairs. I arrived on the seventh floor to nurses that I knew, and that I trusted would take proper care of me. They started monitoring my vitals and didn't like what they were seeing. My nurse called the eighth floor cancer ICU to get me a bed. They had no bed and hospital admin suggested that I be moved to the general ICU, but my nurse refused and said she would watch me until they could make a space for me upstairs. Once upstairs it was determined that I had Sepsis, my heart rate, which is normally between 70 and 90, was 160. My respiration was double normal and I had no blood pressure.
My ICU nurse was calm and in control. Other nurses were suggesting that he run the fluids at 999 on the pump, but he let them know that he knew what he was doing , and they all left him alone, as he bypassed the pump, hooked the fluid bag directly to my Hickman and the put a blood pressure cuff on the fluid bag and pumped it up until the fluids were running faster than the pump could have pushed the fluids. Within just a couple of hours he had flowed seven liters of fluid into me. I looked like a water added Chicken, I had cankles!
A note about nurses, doctors are the brains, but it is the nurse that truly understand the body and it's limitations and it's possibilities.
More than half of patients admitted to the ICU for Sepsis leave in a human sized zip-lock bag.
I lay on the ICU table for two days, my brain fried by my fever, I would wake and not know who or where I was. I wasn't sure I would or if I even wanted to live through ,but live through I did. I returned to the seventh floor to heal and then found that I had developed C Diff do to use of all the antibiotics. Now weeks of recovery.
Bad days, yes, but the good days will look so much better!
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