My last post I wrote soon after getting home from the hospital. At the time it was the hardest thing I’ve been though emotionally and physically. I didn’t know that things would get worse before the summer was over.
I’m really such a lucky woman, when I broke down, and believe me I broke down I was able to go to one of my best friends and just unload everything on him. I didn’t want to break down with DH, he was going through his own mental freakout. When I went to my friend and unloaded everything on him, he just sat and listened to me, and that’s what I needed more than anything.
I think about my 16-year-old daughter dressing my by herself so I wouldn’t be naked when the fire department and EMS arrived. My neighbor was here when the ambulance brought me out and was sure I wouldn’t be coming home. Even now, if DH can’t reach me on the phone he panics, and I spent weeks afraid to fall asleep, scared that I wouldn’t wake up.
I remember vomiting so much the night before, that cognitivly I wasn’t able to put together that the more I threw up the more my blood sugars would increase and I couldn’t seem to wrap my brain around the fact that I needed to get to the hospital. My family and I sure learned alot. I printed and posted the symptoms of DKA, so we would know what to do if this happened in the future. I remember my ribs hurt when I took a deep breath, but I kept telling myself it was just a panic attack and all I needed was a good nights sleep. I guess that explains the pneumonia.
I’m still having effects from the coma. My short term memory seems to have left me completely, I figure it’s either the coma or all the pot I smoked in high school coming back to haunt me. I prefer to blame the coma.