Yesterday was BAD. I mean to the max terrible. I ended up in the ER because I seriously thought my body was going to explode. And of course they just thought I was a drug user. *sigh*
I woke up with a headache and feeling dizzy yesterday. That's pretty normal lately. Usually it goes away after I've been up for about an hour. But it didn't. In fact it just kept getting worse. Around 9:30am I caved and took one of my Tramadol. Didn't do anything to help. But, I continued on with my cleaning, just kept it light. No heavy lifting, didn't do much for bending, etc.
I was cleaning up Josie's room (it's still full of Brandyn's stuff). That's when I had one of those terrible spasms up my back. And after that, things went bad. My headache intensified to a level I've never felt before. Now let me just say, I've had bad migraines before. But never anything that felt like that one. My whole body began to feel weak. I just wanted to lay on the floor. I made my way to the bathroom, was going to get a cool washcloth for my head. And then wanted to scream...
The left side of my face was scary. It was starting to droop. My eye was barely open. Looked like I was frowning on that side of my mouth. I could still feel my face, but it was not sitting the way it should. I quickly called my husband. By this time it was around 11:45am. Sadly he was in a meeting, but I left a message for him to call me back, it was an emergency. It only took him another 10 minutes to call me. And by that point, things went from bad to worse.
I could barely speak. I could form the words and thoughts in my head. But it was a struggle to actually say the words. When I did, I just sounded like a slurring stuttering fool. I gave up trying to explain what was wrong. I just told him "home now emergency". Even that was hard to spit out. I never felt so terrified in my life.
Thankfully a friend showed up. She was stopping by to pick up the twins' old playpen, but still it was nice to see her. I must have looked bad because she started to freak out. She ushered me to the couch and took a look around my house, asking where Miles was (since Emmit was in the chair). I stammered out he was in bed and then she looked even more scared. She started asking me several questions, but did her best to fill in the blanks for me. Guess she could tell it was a real struggle to talk.
And I can't explain that part. It was like, every time I tried to say a word, it hurt. Not my mouth, but my head. The whole thinking process made me want to scream. I could speak clearly in my head, but the words wouldn't come out my mouth. Which only made things worse. Not being able to speak clearly made me want to cry.
Anyway, James made it home. Sheli offered to stay with the boys while James and I headed to the hospital. She's never babysat them before, but she has been around them before. So they all knew each other. No argument there, we just left. We arrived at the hospital around 12:40pm. And I wanted to hurt some people.
Why is it when you go to the ER for pain they think you're a drug user? The doctor kept asking me what I took. And I kept repeating--big coffee, donut stick, (1) Tramadol 50mg. She wasn't believing me though. Asked if someone maybe slipped me something. Let me tell ya, it was hard to talk but I did my best to say "well let me ask my 2 year old twin boys, one of them may have slipped me a blueberry or grape into my coffee when I wasn't looking"! More questions, more stuttering around. Thank God I had James there. After a while I made him answer for me. The more talking I did, the more it hurt. I also made sure he made it clear that my face doesn't usually droop, I don't normal shake and I'm not a slurring-stuttering freak (no offense to anyone honestly, I only mean this about myself. I would never make fun of someone with a speech problem).
It was about 2:30pm when they finally started giving me pain meds. First they gave me Adivant. Which I know is an anxiety medicine. They done thought I was a crazy person! An hour later and no changes. So they gave me Zolfram (since I was starting to vomit in the room) and morphine. Things finally started to calm down. And I finally just caved and fell asleep (I was afraid to sleep. Afraid I wouldn't wake up again).
By the time I left the pain in my head was sitting at a level 8, but they weren't giving me anymore pain meds. Not even to take orally. No script to take home. Nothing. I threw up on their floor one more time for good measure lol. Through all this, they could tell me nothing. I left with a droopy face, major headache and vomiting. All while carrying a piece of paper that claimed my problem was "atypical headache".
Reminds me of the time I went into the ER back in June. Whole body was in pain, I couldn't even move myself. Vomiting all over, temp was 105.3. When I left 3 days later (still feeling miserable) the best they could tell me was I *might* have HAD strep throat.
I just love my local Emergency Room. They take such great care of me...
Signed,
Super Mom
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