The Day I Almost Died

Three weeks ago I almost died.  Not figuratively.  Not metaphorically.  Literally.  I LITERALLY almost died 3 weeks ago...and I am still trying to figure out what to do with the emotions I've been experiencing ever since it happened...

Wow...where to even begin...I've been trying to write this blog for almost 3 weeks, but something very strange and unfamiliar has been happening to me each time I sit down and work on it...I'm at a loss for words.  This is not an experience that is even slightly familiar to me because I am NEVER at a loss for words.  Never. Ever.  

Most of us, unfortunately, know what it feels like to see someone we love become ill or pass away.  But, rarely does anyone ever have the experience of feeling their own impending death.  It's an experience I wish I hadn't had.  And I'm discovering that it has rocked me to my core.  I'm not really sure what to do with the feelings, emotions, fears, and thoughts I've had over these past 3 weeks...A lot of my memories of that night are blurry.  Parts are missing, I have lapses in time, and I've also discovered that many of my memories of that night are mirrored.  I have asked my family about the details of that night, and am learning of more and more things I thought were reality, but in fact, are not exactly as I recall them...

I woke up on Thursday, February 29th, and I felt a little blah, had a bit of a headache, but nothing horrible.  I thought it was just the post-exertional malaise (PEM) from a really fun, but busy previous week and weekend.  This is not something out of the ordinary for someone with Long Covid so I didn't think much of it.  However, I woke up at 5:40 A.M. Friday morning absolutely freezing.  I covered up with an extra blanket and burrowed under the covers.  When my husband woke up at 6:30, he took my temperature and it was high, 103.4. I had planned to go out of town with him for an appointment, but stayed home to try to sleep off my headache and fever instead.  

I finally drug myself out of bed around 12:30, took some ibuprofen, and settled into the recliner for the rest of the afternoon.  My headache and fever were both gone by 2:00, and I felt decent other than some body aches.  I was sure I must be coming down with the flu.  I took it easy the rest of the day, and even had a couple of hours where I felt relatively "fine".  Then, around midnight, when I was about to head to bed, I got a bit chilled.  I covered up with a blanket, asked my husband for another blanket and some ibuprofen, and decided to just wait it out before going to bed.  That's when things got ugly.

My husband went to hang up some laundry and my daughter headed off to bed.  I stayed in the living room, in my recliner, alone.  That's when I began shaking uncontrollably.  My teeth were clanging together, I was unable to sit still in my chair, and the shivering grew more and more intense.  I know now that what I was experiencing was rigors, which was an indication of worse things to come.  

My husband came out to see if I was ready for bed and found me in that state.    My breathing was becoming more difficult, and I was becoming more and more light-headed.

I began repeating, "Help me!" over and over as the rigors became more intense, but my husband couldn't hear and/or understand me.  My daughter came out of her room and asked if I was having a seizure.  She is the one who noticed the backs of my arms were blue.  My husband then saw this and noticed my face, especially around my nose and mouth also becoming a purplish gray.  They both told me I needed to go to the ER, and I told them I couldn't.  At that point, I knew I could not walk as far as the front door, let alone get into a vehicle and ride across town in that condition.  They then said they were going to have to call 911, and I said OK.  I had no idea what was wrong with me, but I knew that I needed help.  Immediate help.  

The next few hours are a blur for me.  I know when the EMTs arrived I was in very critical condition.  My blood pressure and oxygen were dangerously low.  My temperature and pulse were dangerously high.  I know they worked on me in the ambulance for 10 minutes before getting into place for the ride to the hospital.  I know I was given a breathing treatment.  I know I was put on 5 Liters of oxygen.  I learned that when they took my temperature at the hospital it was 105.3 degrees Fahrenheit.  I know my lactic acid was elevated.  I know my kidneys were in acute distress.  I was diagnosed with Septic Shock.   

When it was safe to transport me, once my vitals were in a safer range, I was taken to Lincoln where I spent the next two and a half days receiving IV antibiotics, Heparin shots in my stomach, and had labs run multiple times a day.  I was prescribed oral antibiotics to continue at home.  My bloodwork was inconclusive as to what caused my body to go into Septic Shock, so the doctors' theory is that I contracted a virus of some sort, unknown at this time, that caused the entire series of events to quickly unfold.

The unknown is scary.  The fact that I am now more susceptible to getting Sepsis is scary.  Having chunks of time I cannot remember and learning that. things I thought I did remember did not happen the way I picture them is scary.  But the scariest part of all of this are the after-effects that I had not expected to happen.  I had no idea...

Since being discharged from the hospital and being back at home, something is different with me.  Yes, there is the fact that I'm still not feeling well, haven't gotten back to my baseline yet.  But it's more than that.  Emotionally, that's where my struggle is, and I don't really know how to explain it...I am withdrawn, feel very hyper-sensitive and over-stimulated.  I startle more easily.  Some days I want to sleep 12 hours and some days I don't want to sleep at all.  I can feel myself getting annoyed quickly, agitated, less tolerant of others.  I feel very emotional, cry at the drop of a hat...I feel vulnerable, exposed, and very alone and unable to be understood by others because I don't know how to really put into words quite what these feelings are.   

I've been dealing with Long Covid, the loss of my career and life as I know it for 2 years now.  And it's so, so hard...but this is different.  This was fast and unexpected and unavoidable, and it almost took my life in a matter of minutes...and I don't know if these feelings I'm experiencing are common or "normal" for people who have come close to dying or if it's just me...but it's been a rough 3 weeks, to say the least...