Remember how in the previous post I discussed how my surgery was complication free and told you I'd lost barely any blood?
Good times. Goooood times.
Monday afternoon that all changed.
This is your official warning that this post will be gross. Because bodies are gross. My body did super gross things for the last couple of days. Get out while you still can!!!!!!
Good times. Goooood times.
Monday afternoon that all changed.
This is your official warning that this post will be gross. Because bodies are gross. My body did super gross things for the last couple of days. Get out while you still can!!!!!!
Me for the last couple of days
I started bleeding at 4:45pm on Monday afternoon. Called the doctor's office and was told it happens and to head to the ER if I started soaking a pad an hour (that's the general rule for vaginal bleeding, peeps. An overnight/super pad an hour is TOO MUCH)
That happened so I went in that night. They ran blood tests and did an ultrasound (which was torture) and found nothing. Pelvic exam said my stitches were intact so they sent me home.
Basically, everyone (including several internet friends and myself) thought I was overreacting.
I slept in the guest room to avoid bleeding all over my husband (isn't marriage grand?) and was up several times to change my overnight pads...that I was still soaking.
There's other gross stuff that was going on but I'll save you those details.
That happened so I went in that night. They ran blood tests and did an ultrasound (which was torture) and found nothing. Pelvic exam said my stitches were intact so they sent me home.
Basically, everyone (including several internet friends and myself) thought I was overreacting.
I slept in the guest room to avoid bleeding all over my husband (isn't marriage grand?) and was up several times to change my overnight pads...that I was still soaking.
There's other gross stuff that was going on but I'll save you those details.
I don't remember what time it was...probably close to 9am? Maybe 8am?
I got up to pee and change my pad AGAIN and found I was really dizzy. Now, I've passed out exactly one time before in my life after donating blood on an empty stomach and jumping up too fast. So I recognized the early warning signs.
I called for Stefan (I was in the guest bathroom and he was in the master bedroom) and leaned against the wall next to the toilet...
....and woke up on the floor, covered in a cold sweat, with Stefan on the phone to 911.
Apparently, he came running and asked what was wrong. I started swaying where I sat and replied, "I need to go back to the hospital" in a monotone voice. He tried to get me to explain but I was unresponsive. I sat up straight and he could see my pupils were dilated...and I started convulsing. He guided me to the floor and onto my side (note: this is all you can do for someone having a seizure. Floor, roll onto their side, pad space around their head if they're thrashing a lot, leave them alone to finish the convulsions). He called 911 and explained.
I have no memory of this. At all. I woke up to the word "seizure" and my first thought was "who's having a seizure??" Annnnd then I realized the cabinet was inches from my face. Oh.
The emergency crew must have been super close because they arrived in minutes. Stefan was able to get the boys upstairs before they arrived.
To pain a picture....I'm still laying half naked on the bathroom floor, blood everywhere (and this is after my husband cleaned me up some) when SIX DUDES walk into my house.
My life is glamorous, y'all. You don't even know.
I'm taken back immediately at the ER and worked on. I was there pretty much all day.
They never said, but I assume the cause of the seizure was severe dehydration. I wasn't good about drinking fluids that day, I vomited the OJ I tried to drink that night, and I lost enough blood to feel it. My hemoglobin was low but not low enough to need a transfusion. (I was told to "drink plenty of fluids and eat a steak" by the on-call doc)
The cause of the bleeding is still somewhat of a mystery. My GYN (that did the surgery) was in the hospital that day (Tues is surgery day for him) and he came down to fix me. Apparently he could see the "collection of blood" causing a "firm area" on the inside and roughly where it was coming out (it had slowed significantly by then). He cauterized with silver nitrate (torture sticks) and that was that.
So I'm home now. On bed rest to make sure it finishes healing. I'm sore. I'm still tired. I'm still slightly dehydrated despite being given 2 large bags of fluid at the hospital (which just goes to show how dehydrated I was going in...)
But I'm okay. My husband handled things perfectly and was my rock throughout the day. HUGE Kudos to his office for allowing him to stay home when I needed him because I can't imagine what would have happened if he hadn't been there yesterday morning.
I'm full up on excitement for the year.
Here's to a boring second half of 2015.
I got up to pee and change my pad AGAIN and found I was really dizzy. Now, I've passed out exactly one time before in my life after donating blood on an empty stomach and jumping up too fast. So I recognized the early warning signs.
I called for Stefan (I was in the guest bathroom and he was in the master bedroom) and leaned against the wall next to the toilet...
....and woke up on the floor, covered in a cold sweat, with Stefan on the phone to 911.
Apparently, he came running and asked what was wrong. I started swaying where I sat and replied, "I need to go back to the hospital" in a monotone voice. He tried to get me to explain but I was unresponsive. I sat up straight and he could see my pupils were dilated...and I started convulsing. He guided me to the floor and onto my side (note: this is all you can do for someone having a seizure. Floor, roll onto their side, pad space around their head if they're thrashing a lot, leave them alone to finish the convulsions). He called 911 and explained.
I have no memory of this. At all. I woke up to the word "seizure" and my first thought was "who's having a seizure??" Annnnd then I realized the cabinet was inches from my face. Oh.
The emergency crew must have been super close because they arrived in minutes. Stefan was able to get the boys upstairs before they arrived.
To pain a picture....I'm still laying half naked on the bathroom floor, blood everywhere (and this is after my husband cleaned me up some) when SIX DUDES walk into my house.
My life is glamorous, y'all. You don't even know.
I'm taken back immediately at the ER and worked on. I was there pretty much all day.
They never said, but I assume the cause of the seizure was severe dehydration. I wasn't good about drinking fluids that day, I vomited the OJ I tried to drink that night, and I lost enough blood to feel it. My hemoglobin was low but not low enough to need a transfusion. (I was told to "drink plenty of fluids and eat a steak" by the on-call doc)
The cause of the bleeding is still somewhat of a mystery. My GYN (that did the surgery) was in the hospital that day (Tues is surgery day for him) and he came down to fix me. Apparently he could see the "collection of blood" causing a "firm area" on the inside and roughly where it was coming out (it had slowed significantly by then). He cauterized with silver nitrate (torture sticks) and that was that.
So I'm home now. On bed rest to make sure it finishes healing. I'm sore. I'm still tired. I'm still slightly dehydrated despite being given 2 large bags of fluid at the hospital (which just goes to show how dehydrated I was going in...)
But I'm okay. My husband handled things perfectly and was my rock throughout the day. HUGE Kudos to his office for allowing him to stay home when I needed him because I can't imagine what would have happened if he hadn't been there yesterday morning.
I'm full up on excitement for the year.
Here's to a boring second half of 2015.
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