Wow, talk about a big blow. I admit, I'm really spiraling here. I'm back in the hospital less than a week after being released. I'm feeling undescribably alone. And worst of all, I feel like I'm losing any last grip that I had on beating this stuff and having a normal life soon. I know that sounds ridiculously pessimistic and dismal, but seriously, I've had enough.
I knew I seemed to be having more trouble than usual bouncing back from being in the hospital. I was just feeling so weak and run down all the time. I had no stamina. Saturday I passed out a couple of times. I know looking back now, I should have known better. I should have realized something was wrong, but I didn't. I honestly attributed it to my weakness and the hospital and assumed it was a passing thing. Sunday, I started to black out a few times, but never lost consciousness. The dizzy & light-headed events continued to happen for the next few days. In my appointment with Dr. Olson she could tell I wasn't 100% so she questioned me until I finally told her what had been happening. Of course, it was a huge deal to her. She ordered several tests and ran down to talk with Dr. Fenster.
My EKG was abnormal. The information still baffles me, but basically the intervals were too short and it did show on repeated tests. My ENO was also still in the 100s which really bothered me since I was just in the hospital on loads of IV steroids. What's the deal with my body?! Anyhow, when Dr. Olson came back in the room, she seemed very concerned. She told me they were sending me back to the hospital for tests and observation and there was no other safe option. :(
Honestly, I do love the outstanding level of medical care I receive here. I know this is where I need to be and they have my best interests in mind. Right now, sitting in this bed on this unusually painful IV, with my head spinning and all these monitors hooked to me, I'm really hating my body...
