at this time last year I was nearly hanging on... it's hard to believe that much time has gone by except I have the unfortunate unprofessional looking scar covering my whole stomach.. grilling my husband for information a year later because it's taken that long to talk about it (the 8 weeks you thought your wife was going to die, is tough to bring up in conversation and well I DONT remember a thing)
i had numacoctol pneumonia. For weeks prior to being hospitalized in Bemidji and then my body started to shut its organs down one by one I was airlifted to Fargo intensive care. My lungs stopped working as well as my kidneys and liver. My heart was suffering. A trach was placed to breath. And machines were running for me. I was swollen and he had dent seen my eyes for days. I was swollen and poofy. While in intensive care I remember being in extreme amount of pain and screaming and nurses telling me to relax and calm me. All I can remember is coughing and hollering and not being able to get my breath. Finally someone noticed something and into surgery I went. My feeding tube had became unhooked and was releasing inside all over my stomach causing a major infection!!!! A PICC line was placed and IV antibiotics were immediately started full force. I was in the ICU for 4 weeks, then regular room for 4 weeks with physical therapy, then I was discharged to Golden Living nursing home for my last 3 weeks to finish up IV antibodics and physical therapy.
Once again I was a mother with out her children and my husband was left to do all and still drove nearly every day the 4 hours round trip to be by my unconscious self. Sometimes I ask why me, why does all this shit always happen to me? But I'm also so lucky what if it hadn't worked out all these times? What if I didn't always recover and beat this? What if I didn't have such a stand up husband that can hold our house together!! I do need reminders that I am truly blessed, I'm human.
i had numacoctol pneumonia. For weeks prior to being hospitalized in Bemidji and then my body started to shut its organs down one by one I was airlifted to Fargo intensive care. My lungs stopped working as well as my kidneys and liver. My heart was suffering. A trach was placed to breath. And machines were running for me. I was swollen and he had dent seen my eyes for days. I was swollen and poofy. While in intensive care I remember being in extreme amount of pain and screaming and nurses telling me to relax and calm me. All I can remember is coughing and hollering and not being able to get my breath. Finally someone noticed something and into surgery I went. My feeding tube had became unhooked and was releasing inside all over my stomach causing a major infection!!!! A PICC line was placed and IV antibiotics were immediately started full force. I was in the ICU for 4 weeks, then regular room for 4 weeks with physical therapy, then I was discharged to Golden Living nursing home for my last 3 weeks to finish up IV antibodics and physical therapy.
Once again I was a mother with out her children and my husband was left to do all and still drove nearly every day the 4 hours round trip to be by my unconscious self. Sometimes I ask why me, why does all this shit always happen to me? But I'm also so lucky what if it hadn't worked out all these times? What if I didn't always recover and beat this? What if I didn't have such a stand up husband that can hold our house together!! I do need reminders that I am truly blessed, I'm human.