Details and “the rest of the story” will follow but for now, here are a few of the highlights:
– I’m in the hospital again.
– I scored my first trip in an ambulance on Tuesday night after having spent most of the evening in my local emergency room.
-The crippling back and chest pain I was experiencing with each and every breath in addition to the unusual heart palpitations I’d had a few days earlier made for an excruciating interesting evening of physical and mental torture all kinds of medical testing.
– The diagnosis: Pulmonary Embolism
– More tests conducted when I arrived here at the U of U revealed that there were actually multiple clots in both lungs, as well as one slightly larger clot in my heart that had attached itself to the tip of my port.
– We are about 98% certain the blood clots were caused by my birth control (which makes the text message I sent to my cousin a few nights before the incident that read “I think my birth control is killing me!” seem a bit less dramatic).
– At one point I had three separate points of access to accommodate all the meds they were pumping into my body – my port plus two peripheral IVs.
– That was before I went into surgery to have my port pulled; now, several days later, I’m down to a dual lumen PICC line. I was able to properly grieve the passing of my port when my surgeon brought it to my room in a bag later that night so I could say goodbye.
– One day (I think it was Thursday?) I decided to count the number of needle-sticks I got in a 24 hour period. I lost count after nine.
– This has been without a doubt the most terrifying and painful experience of my entire life! Almost a week later, I feel like my head is still spinning. I’m physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted and still in pain a lot of the time, but I do feel like things are getting better each day.
– For everyone who has been aware of the situation, I want to let you know how much I appreciate your positive thoughts and words of encouragement! Adam and I couldn’t have made it through this last week without your love and support. From the bottom of my (slightly malfunctioning) heart, thank you, thank you, thank you!