It’s such a long story and I thought I had to tell it all at once. It’s been a long time and it’s a long story, so I’m going to take my time. I hardly know where to begin.
I have been very sick this past year, the pancreatitis and the gastroparesis have been horrific. My weight dropped, I still vomit constantly quickly become dehydrated and as a consequence my diabetes becomes very hard to control and I find myself in DKA.
Sarah spent the night at home in April and found me in septic shock the next morning. This was a Friday and except for getting into the ambulance I don’t remember anything until Sunday. This is what I’ve been told. My temperature was 94, I was in acute kidney failure. I had a GI bleed so I was getting blood transfusions and I think my blood pressure was 80/50. The first thing I remember is hearing the doctor tell me they almost lost me.
Rudy went home to grab a bite a come back and the doctor called and told him to hurry back. I didn’t know I was so sick. My usual symptoms weren’t there. I wasn’t vomiting but I do remember Sarah coming in my room all night and telling me I was sick.
Since November of last year I have been admitted to the hospital at least every month, several times I’d only been home for a few days when I would have to go right back in. While I was in the hospital Rudy and Sarah moved me to the downstairs bedroom because I started randomly passing out. Probably a good decision but I loved my huge bedroom upstairs and hate being downstairs.
For a while, I truly thought I was dying and perhaps I was. I was also starting to feel ready to go. Turns out I’m a lot tougher than I ever gave myself credit for.