My day from my family’s perspective:
My husband tries to wake me up at the usual time, so that I move from the couch to the bed. He can’t wake me up, but doesn’t think too much of it since he saw I blogged at 3 am yesterday, so I’m pretty tired. I continue sleeping on the couch while he goes to work and then my sister gets the other 2 kiddos off to school and daycare. When she comes back, I have apparently put on my glasses, so she thinks I had woken up sometime while she was gone. Finally she tries to wake me up, around 10:30 or so. She can’t. I’m completely unresponsive. She tries pinching, Marlo’s screaming, etc. and nothing works. She calls John and the doctors, and someone eventually tells her to call 911. The paramedics come and start working on me. I sort of wake up and puke up a bunch of mucus. Then they haul me off to McKinney Medical Center. She can’t go on the ambulance because of the baby, so she follows me in the car while John is coming from Denton.
My day from my perspective:
I’m having a dream where I’m in a futuristic starship battle and there’s a lot of confusion which side is the right/good side. I’ve had this dream before. I’m having a lot of difficulty breathing, but I’m managing. Then we’ve lost the battle and I’m being taken to a medical facility because the baby I’m carrying is coming now (hey, don’t ask me, it’s just a crazy dream). They take my baby and the men and one lady are telling me to calm down. I’m still having difficulty breathing, everything is blurry, and I’m very scared. They’re still telling me to calm down, they ask me who Marcus is; I figure because they saw my tattoo. I’m not telling them anything about the rest of my kids, they did just take my baby after all. They place a urinary catheter; this is most annoying; and then they leave me alone. Then I see some people shapes come into the room (let’s not forget that I’m still practically blind), and they look familiar, my parents, sister, and husband. And then things start clearing up when I start getting all the stories and they put my glasses on, so that I can see.
I had increased my fentanyl from 125 to 150 mcg/hr last night and that’s what possibly caused a reaction. I came into the hospital with severe tachycardia, heart rate over about 160. My blood pressure also fell quite a bit. I woke up with 2 IV lines, a nasal cannula, and a urinary cath. Of course they’ll be keeping me overnight to make sure I do okay. I should be able to go home tomorrow. On the spot, we decide that John will stay home with me during this next week, and my mom possibly the week after. Not really wanting to do the solo thing at home if I’m that close to comatose.
Lots of visitors in the afternoon and evening. Feeling very loved and scared, of course. Seven more radiation and two more chemotherapy sessions; let’s get this over with!