Before I Knew It, I Was In The Hospital and They Said I Might Die
It happened so quickly
It was late one night, and while I was watching television, I heard a crashing sound of glass breaking in the back of my house. I got up, and upon inspection, I found that somebody had sling shotted a marble, a very large marble, through the bathroom window that faced my back yard.
It was three in the morning, and this meant that someone had gone through a lot of trouble to break my window, including jumping a very tall wall, for the back yard is protected by security gates. This kind of scared me, but I went and swept up the glass.
The next day I swept the bathroom again and called the landlord to replace the window. That night when I went into the bathroom to shower, I found a very small piece of glass that I obviously missed both times that I swept. It had stuck me in the bottom of my left foot, and stuck out just a little. I thought I had pulled it out, but when I got into the shower, and rubbed one foot with the other, I cut the top of my right foot with the glass I missed. It bled terribly.
I scrubbed it thoroughly, and it bled the entire time I was in the shower. I put antibioticfal salve on it when I got out and put a bandaid on it.
The next day when I removed the bandage, the one inch cut looked a little red, but I cleaned it again and put more salve and another bandaid. The following day when I looked at it, it was definately getting infected. I decided that if it did not look better in the morning I would show it to a doctor.
The following morning the small cut did look better, but I had water retention in both ankles. My right ankle was worse than the left, and it was causing pain up to about my knee. By that evening, my right leg was puffy just past my knee, and was rather sore to the touch. I had never had water retention quite this badly, and was concerned for it felt slightly warn to the touch.
When I woke up the next morning, my left leg was back to normal, but my right leg was still retaining water, or so I thought, and was red and angry looking, and was hot all the way up my theigh. I called several people to get a ride to the emergency room, and one arrived around noon.
When I got there, they drew blood, and took mhy vitals, and all the normal things they do when you go there. The next thing I knew, I was being changed into a gown, put onto a hospital bed and was immediatly admitted. The doctor who admitted me came into the room and told me that I had some sort of bad infection in myh leg, and that after they did some testing, if it was a flesh eating type, I would go into surgery and they were going to cut my leg open wherever the swelling was, and would peel the skin off and clean the infection out, and later they would worry about skin graphs and the healing process. He continued to tell me that I may have to have the leg amputated, and there was even a chance that I would die through this.
I had a wave of nasea hit my stomach, and I began to cry in a panic. This doctor left me and another came in, and he was from the county departmen of contagious disease control. He was a little bit more reassuring, but did say that I was a very sick lady. I made it through the next couple of days, and all my tests came back negative for the flesh eating virus, but I did have a very large and bad staph infection in my right leg, and it had to be treated with intravenious antibiotics. Not only that but they said that this was the best antibiotics they made and that if it didn't work I was going to be in some trouble.
I had three and sometimes four doctors coming into my room, and not just once a day, but several times a day each, checking on me. The doctor from the county came in at least three times every day for the entire time I was in the hospital.
As the days went by, I was feeling better and by day five they said that the infection was almost gone, the antibiotics were working, and that I would be going home the next afternoon. I was relieved to say the least.
And then what happened?
That night, after they had given me the last of my antibiotics, I began to feel sick. I called the nurse and told her that I felt sick to my stomach. It got so bad that I thought I was going to be sick and vomit. She brought me some anti-nasua medicine, which was given right into my veins.
The next day, instead of going home I was scheduled for a bunch more tests. It was then that they discovered that I had a blood clot in my lungs, and that the night before while I was feeling so sick, that it had actgually passed through my heart and lodged in the other side of my lung.
The doctor told me at this time that I would have to go onto a lot of blood thinners to help discinigrate the clot, and that I would have to stay on them for about six months. I would also have to go have labs done every week until they figured out how I was handling the blood thinner, and get a level of it in my bloodstream. Too much and I could bleed to death internally, not enough and the clot could dislodge and kill me by passing into my brain. I was so shocked by all of this that I began to cry. It was overwhelming, and on top of it all they informed me that it was nothing short of a miracle that I had not died the night before while I was feeling so sick.
The long and the short of this story is this: I had no idea that I was so sick, and I ended up staying in the hospital for a month. There was two times when I was near death while I was in there, and didn't even know it until afterward. How sweet is life, and how short it can be without our even knowing it.
I can only tell you all to learn from my story. Take good care of your health, and even if it seems a very small problem, go and have your doctor check it out. Life is too precious. One never knows when things can just go crazy, and you cannot recover.
Have your checkups regularly, and as you get older, have all the normal things checked, like your blood pressure, blood sugars, and any other irregular things you might suspect. It is better to be safe.