Drama Queen has kept you up to date on the happenings with the surgery and then the extra stay at the hospital because of the blood clots or more technically, the pulmonary embolisms. I was pretty groggy through most of the transport and diagnosis, so I didn't really understand what was happening. I just knew I was struggling to take a deep breath.
They loaded me into an ambulance for the ride to St. Marks. It was bumpy and uncomfortable on my poor back, but I already had an IV (actually 2 of them) and the blood thinners were running to keep me from having a stroke.
|A visit from Twizlet.|
They put me in a room at St. Marks in the PCU which is one level below ICU and then they continued to monitor me by drawing blood every few hours and I stayed on oxygen to help me breathe. I was pretty miserable, but I never felt near death or anything like that.
We knew that the stay would be at least 3 days to get me stabilized; I went in at 4:00 on Friday morning and was finally released on Monday just before noon.
I'm so glad to be home. Life is precious and sweet.