Soldato
This is not a medical thread, but an attempt of an account of the last 7 weeks of hell I have been through, I just wanted to write it down somewhere. As I love OCUK, I thought it would be OK here. If it must be deleted, then so be it.
Some of you may have noticed I have not posted in a while. On the 3rd of May, I was at work, doing my usual thing, support stuff. Sitting in my chair, suddenly and without warning, I collapsed to the floor saying help me. I have no memory of this. I was told this by a colleague. I then fitted for 20 minutes while an ambulance was called. Again, no memory of this. I have never had a fit in my life before this. This was totally out of the blue.
Next thing I know, it is six weeks later and I am bought out of a coma after being sedated. I can't remember where I am and what happened. I was all alone, apart for the ICU nurse assigned to me that day.. I thought no-one knew I was there and I was all alone. Then my partner arrived and I am thrilled to see her and she me as up to this point I had been unconscious. In reality, she had been there every day at the bedside and looking out me, she is really an amazing person. Memories of this day (2 weeks ago now) are pretty vague. The fits had stopped at this point. They thought I was going to die in the first few weeks, but I recovered. They said I was the sickest person in ICU. They write an account of you stay there and I had 2 booklets as I went through so much. I was sedated and every time they tried to take me off it, I would revert to fits again so was sedated again. I was attached to a breathing machine and had been poked and prodded and had needles stuck in me. I was put on dialysis as my kidneys started to fail.
They thought I was going to die and had prepared my partner for the worst. They thought if I did recover, I may have lost the ability to speak, think etc. I was very lucky as all I am suffering from is extreme weight loss and shaky hands, I lost around 3 stone and am having some difficulty typing. I think my memory is messed up and my hands shake a lot now, mostly due to a very heavy dose of steroids.
When I came to, I had no idea what had happened, what I did for a living, but I was still me. My partner explained every thing to me. I had strange hallucinations where I had been kidnapped(not by aliens), when in reality, I was being treated by Drs. It took me 20 mins to write a 2 line text as I kept making mistakes and had to delete and rewrite it but this improved over time. This is probably a jumbled mess as I am still not quite myself yet.
I am home now and recovering well. They were amazed by the progress I have made. I was not ready to die yet. We plan to get married now and live together. We emptied my flat and I have bought everything here now. Things seem to be looking up but I am still worried it may happen again.
I came out the other side of this. I am far more emotionally aware now and more emotional in general.
They don't know what happened or what the cause was. All I know is I embrace life like never before.
I hope this makes sense and does not have to be deleted.
Some of you may have noticed I have not posted in a while. On the 3rd of May, I was at work, doing my usual thing, support stuff. Sitting in my chair, suddenly and without warning, I collapsed to the floor saying help me. I have no memory of this. I was told this by a colleague. I then fitted for 20 minutes while an ambulance was called. Again, no memory of this. I have never had a fit in my life before this. This was totally out of the blue.
Next thing I know, it is six weeks later and I am bought out of a coma after being sedated. I can't remember where I am and what happened. I was all alone, apart for the ICU nurse assigned to me that day.. I thought no-one knew I was there and I was all alone. Then my partner arrived and I am thrilled to see her and she me as up to this point I had been unconscious. In reality, she had been there every day at the bedside and looking out me, she is really an amazing person. Memories of this day (2 weeks ago now) are pretty vague. The fits had stopped at this point. They thought I was going to die in the first few weeks, but I recovered. They said I was the sickest person in ICU. They write an account of you stay there and I had 2 booklets as I went through so much. I was sedated and every time they tried to take me off it, I would revert to fits again so was sedated again. I was attached to a breathing machine and had been poked and prodded and had needles stuck in me. I was put on dialysis as my kidneys started to fail.
They thought I was going to die and had prepared my partner for the worst. They thought if I did recover, I may have lost the ability to speak, think etc. I was very lucky as all I am suffering from is extreme weight loss and shaky hands, I lost around 3 stone and am having some difficulty typing. I think my memory is messed up and my hands shake a lot now, mostly due to a very heavy dose of steroids.
When I came to, I had no idea what had happened, what I did for a living, but I was still me. My partner explained every thing to me. I had strange hallucinations where I had been kidnapped(not by aliens), when in reality, I was being treated by Drs. It took me 20 mins to write a 2 line text as I kept making mistakes and had to delete and rewrite it but this improved over time. This is probably a jumbled mess as I am still not quite myself yet.
I am home now and recovering well. They were amazed by the progress I have made. I was not ready to die yet. We plan to get married now and live together. We emptied my flat and I have bought everything here now. Things seem to be looking up but I am still worried it may happen again.
I came out the other side of this. I am far more emotionally aware now and more emotional in general.
They don't know what happened or what the cause was. All I know is I embrace life like never before.
I hope this makes sense and does not have to be deleted.
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