ER Trip Number "I-Literally-Do-Not-Give-A-Fuck-Anymore"

* Think to myself "Hmm. We need more cat litter. I'll go pick some up."

* Come home, shut the door behind me, put my back against it, and slide into an inky unconsciousness.

* "That sucked. I'm going to keep an eye on out on this."

* Refill catboxes. Message Blozor that I'm contemplating a 911 call.

* Check blood pressure. It's dropping. It's dropping fast. Like, really fast.

* "Shiiii-". Pass out on couch halfway between that thought. Come to, grab phone, wander outside and call 911.

* (Yeah yeah, shouldn't have walked anywhere. Should have kept my ass right where I was. I am sick of waking Jesse out of a dead sleep and panicking him. And sick of us desperately trying to round up all 4 cats into the bathroom so the EMT's can work without stepping on them.)

* Blood pressure reads 80/47 when the EMT's arrive.

* Get the ER. I am asleep - or unconscience, it can be hard to tell - for most of it but am able to at least come around when people say my name multiple times. Blood pressure wavers in the ER between the healthy(ish) bare teens when lying prone and then plunging into 60/40 when I try to stand.

* It does take a few hours in the ER, but it all finally stabilizes.

* Final diagnosis? Combo of wrong meds and dehydration. Discard one of the old blood pressure meds, drink more water, and for god's sake, stand up slowly, Teressa.

* Not sure how I feel about all this. Am glad (thank you, Michael, for urging me to call 911) that I caught it early enough to avoid dying this morning. Am annoyed that I have something that REQUIRES catching early enough to avoid dying in the span of an hour, if not minutes.

* Could it have killed me? Could it have killed me inside of an hour? Going by the numbers, yep. Am I counting this as yet another near death experience?

* No. Why? Because I don't care about that word anymore. It's not the "near death" part that counts.

* It's the part where I walk out of that damn hospital and come home to write a Livejournal post about it that counts.

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Holy shit...
But that reaction to call 911 in that state as it suddenly broke loose, it was definitely the right thing.
Passing out all of a sudden and lying there with dangerously low blood pressure, this is a subject for them. This is something that shouldn't be this way.

Dehydration - as it came up already a few times when your health started to make a bad turn, I wonder if it is that dangerous for someone with damaged kidneys if he loses too much water out of the circulation?
Gosh, zero fun had in the T house again.

The dehydration seems to come up a lot in your posts. Is there a reason why you keep getting dangerously dehydrated?
Establish your budget and LOG THAT SHIT until you don't need to anymore.

To everybody else: frequent moments of intense emotion encourage one to focus on things other than signals like hunger, thirst, and excessive-or-inadequate sweating.

For me the same struggle is also real, but I [a] am in vastly better shape due in parts to a three-plus year lag between my events and hers, [b] have got the hang of my medications and easy access to a doctor, and [c] set up water as my go-to when I was a kid, helped beyond measure by the virtue of growing up in a place where the tap water is not only potable, but actually pleasant to drink.

T. enjoys none of these advantages, and don't fucking get me started on what passes for tap water in the desert Southwest. Adding insult to injury, enough of her tap water here and now comes from a frequently algae-infested river that she's stuck with bottled water for drinking, too. ...Maybe Team T can work on a countertop reverse-osmosis filter system that attaches at the spigot?

Edited at 2017-04-25 08:53 pm (UTC)