Rambling Rose
My Aim Is True
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- Jul 11, 2001
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Well, you may or may not have noticed my brief absence but I let Laurel know before my emergency exit just in case I didn't return to you all.
Wednesday afternoon I began having severe asthmatic attacks and couldn't seem to catch my breath. I felt like there was an elephant sitting on my chest and no amount of my meds or treatments on my nebulizer machine gave me any long term relief. At 9:30 that night, after my 8th attempt to open the passageways to my lungs, and with my heartrate increasing rapidly, I called my mother and made three brief instant messages to let a few know where I was going. I spent the next 7 hours in the emergency room, and they were unnable to stabilize my condition. I began blacking out between moments of trying to calm my body into accepting air. My blood oxygen levels were critical, my heart rate and blood pressure were dropping and rising rapidly, and each time they tested my airflow I was only getting a maximum of 15% air filling my lungs. They decided to admit me to the pulminary ICU and that's where I've been until 4 pm today.
After pumping me with copious liquid steriod injections, antibiotics, oxygen, bronchial dilators, anti-coagulants to thin my blood and God only knows what else they witch doctored me with, I am home and looking out into the trees beyond this computer and damned happy to be alive.
It's good to see you all once again.
Wednesday afternoon I began having severe asthmatic attacks and couldn't seem to catch my breath. I felt like there was an elephant sitting on my chest and no amount of my meds or treatments on my nebulizer machine gave me any long term relief. At 9:30 that night, after my 8th attempt to open the passageways to my lungs, and with my heartrate increasing rapidly, I called my mother and made three brief instant messages to let a few know where I was going. I spent the next 7 hours in the emergency room, and they were unnable to stabilize my condition. I began blacking out between moments of trying to calm my body into accepting air. My blood oxygen levels were critical, my heart rate and blood pressure were dropping and rising rapidly, and each time they tested my airflow I was only getting a maximum of 15% air filling my lungs. They decided to admit me to the pulminary ICU and that's where I've been until 4 pm today.
After pumping me with copious liquid steriod injections, antibiotics, oxygen, bronchial dilators, anti-coagulants to thin my blood and God only knows what else they witch doctored me with, I am home and looking out into the trees beyond this computer and damned happy to be alive.
It's good to see you all once again.
I feel pretty.
