I had intended to write this post last week and had a 'few' ideas of little know passions that I felt comfortable to share.
What a difference a week makes. Last Monday I ran to my Doc for an ear infection. Got an antibiotic and pain pills. Felt relief within hours. Tuesday I went into the office and came home feeling a little over done. By Midnight I was in an ambulance to the hospital. Tuesday night is a bit of a blur, but for the most part it included lots of throwing up and laying on the floor before blacking out all together. They say I barely made it through the night.
Bacterial Meningitis! I had no clue. I was out of it for the spinal tap (yeah b/c I heard they hurt- don't remember it) missed the CT (barely remember one or two beeps) even stayed out for the cathater, the IV stuff, a bunch of the blood work tests. It was very surreal.
Wednesday morning I started to get a bit of the brain fog lifted and was aware of where (and who) I was. When a person is all tubed up and unable to move, she has time to think. Going over the events in my mind, I am soooooo very THANKFUL to all involved to assisting me. It is amazing the wonderful job the doctors and staff have done to get me up and moving so quick.
By Thursday I was in a room and able to walk and talk. (Belive me this was a big improvement) I was placed on the cancer ward b/c of availability of a bed. I had family and friends visiting and bring me TO DO stuff to keep busy. Truth is I am still a little wiped out to do much.
As I was praying for strengh for myself and oppertunity to use this experience for good, I got a room mate. We hit it off well. I am a quilter by heart and love to use scraps that others have tired of. Roomie and I talked about differnet patterns and projects and passions. I have several charity projects that I like to sew for. She had her daughter bring up an old box of patterns for me to enjoy looking through. The next trip up, her daughter brought me a couple of bags of fabric. Then the boxes started coming in.
My poor husband has already taken home a couple of loads of material for me to process when I get my strength up. He joked that I am the only women he knows that can have a near death experience and turn it into an opportunity to fondle fabric!
For some reason that phrase just stayed with me. I almost die and still get to go home with material. I will be released later today after learning to do my own IV stuff. Hopefully another week or two and the lines can be taken out and I will be back to normal.
Family and Friends are the most important, but the little things that keep us interested in one more project or one more day are important too. The time I got to spend with my room mate means a lot to me. I am taking home a lot of her 'collection' to add to mine and see where it ends up.
This story isn't as coherent as I would like- I still have a bit of brain fog. I want to offer encouragement to any other families that are dealing with the illness. It is intense but can be recovered from. hang in there (I am speaking of the meningitis- I don't want to recover from the fabric addiction!)
Everyone be good and let me rest a bit- love cheryl
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