Welcome back! If you’re reading this then leaving you on the edge of the cliff in my previous post was successful. Let’s get back to it, shall we?
Growing up, I was always the kid that got sick. It seemed like any bug going around managed to migrate its way into my body. What lasted one or two days for the other kids lasted at least double or triple the about of time it did for anyone else. Anytime I was home sick from school it was always for multiple days. The teachers were good to work with making sure that I got caught up, but it was frustrating and tiresome.
I also have a large history of Multiple Sclerosis…my mom, aunt, and Grandmother. That’s a large load to carry knowing that even though supposedly it isn’t genetic, it seems to run the female side. I always was acutely aware of the possibility of getting a diagnosis and had mentally prepared for it as much as possible.
However three years ago when I got ill, there was nothing to prepare me for that. In a matter of days I went from being the nurse and taking care of people to being the patient full time. This was something that no amount of knowledge and determination could help with.
I had come home from work one day with a splitting headache that was much different than my typical migraine. My head felt like it was going to explode and my whole body hurt. I was running fevers and it was influenza season, so naturally I assumed that was the culprit. The clinic also thought that when I decided to get checked out two days later. Landing in the ER for IV fluids due to what we thought was dehydration proved to be just the beginning of this journey.
My blood pressure was running over 200 for the top number (systolic) and my heart rate was running 120-130. Prior to this I had never, ever had a blood pressure that was high. Generally with dehydration, IV fluids will bring down the blood pressure and heart rates as well. However this time it made things worse. After 2 liters of fluid, I got told to go home and rest
I rested and rested and rested…but it didn’t get better. Life had just handed me a humongous supply of lemons and I didn’t know it yet. Lemonade has never been a favorite of mine and neither are lemons.
What are you supposed to do at that point? Sitting back wasn’t an option but neither was going to work; I was technically a liability. But now what…