Hey guys! And welcome back to my blog. Some of you may have noticed that I’ve been gone for a while (and some of you may not, that’s okay too 😉 ).
I’ve been going back and fourth with the idea of posting about where I have been, and wondering if I should just leave it and start posting again like nothing happened. But, honestly I don’t want you guys to think I’ve just abandoning the blog because I’ve been lazy- I actually have a good reason! (This time!)
And, on top of that, since I’ve been gone, I fell into a bit of a writers rut that I can’t seem to get out of. So maybe writing this will get me back into the groove of things and I’ll be able to write again just as normal.
Anyway, enough of all that- here’s why I’ve been gone!
***Warning, I’m not going into gruesome detail here, but if you’re squeamish this might make you squirm a bit if you have high sympathy pains like I do!***
Last month, I was sitting on my couch, minding my own business, when I started to get really bad chest pains. They were so bad I spent the whole rest of the day lying down on the couch. I literally couldn’t move. I didn’t know what was wrong. I’d never had anything like that happen to me before so I didn’t know what to do.
Fast forward to the next day, the chest pains (sadly) had not gone away but they weren’t as bad. I could sit up ever so slightly. The next day, even better. The pain was still there, but I could get up and move around a bit more. But now I was seriously out of breath. I called off of work and everyone told me I probably had walking phenomena.
So, I had my dad take me to the doctor. The doctor was stumped. They ran tests but couldn’t find anything wrong. He told me to go to the hospital and get chest x-rays. He made it seem like no big deal, and told me I could do it “at my leisure”. In retrospect, I probably should have went and got them done right then and there (honestly, I should have went to the hospital day one but… it’s a little late for that now!) Since I had already took 2 hours at the doctor,(I hate doctors) and I didn’t want to waste any more of my dads time, I had him take me home. He stayed with me for a bit, but I was sitting down so I was just fine.
The next day I end up going bridal dress shopping with my bridesmaids. I’m sitting down most of the time so I could handle it. We even took a trip to the mall! (A short one)
That day I go for chest x-rays and decide to make a stop at my mother-in-laws house afterwards. I get the call from my doctor, the chest x-rays are in. I have a pheno thorax and I need to get to the ER right away. His mom panics, I still have no idea what it means. I feel fine right, what’s the panic about?
So I’m chill, I call my parents and tell them where to meet me. When we get to the hospital, I tell the nurses exactly what my doctor told me. They look concerned, they take me to the back instantly, run tests, put me as a high priority and before I know it, I’m stuck into a room and put on oxygen. I still have no idea what all the fuss is about.
Finally, they explain to me that a “pheno thorax” means I have a collapsed lung. They have to stick this tube in me to suck an air bubble out of my lung that shouldn’t be there. So I’m thinking “Okay, they knock me out, stick a tube down my throat, get this air bubble and I’ll be out of here in no time.” It’s fine, right?
They have to stick this tube in my side. In between my freaking ribs to get to my lungs. Sill okay though right? I’ll be knocked out.
Wrong again. I’m awake the entire time. I’ve been “numbed” but I’m awake.
The nurses working on me are rough and I feel just about everything. I’m in so much pain. There is one nurse there to distract me. She does her best but of course I still feel everything happening.
Finally it’s done and to my surprise I never cried, but I’m in so much pain still.
I get pain meds, I take a breather and my family comes back in to check on me. At this point, I’m still thinking I’ll get to leave soon.
Not so fast my dear. I stay in the hospital for 5 days, over Easter too.
And during those 5 days I got chest x-rays every day, a cat scan done on me, the thought that I might need surgery if I don’t heal myself, an IV, a shot twice a day that I find out I’m allergic to and not to mention this tube constantly in my side that’s sucking fluid out of my lungs and keeping it inflated.
I warned you it wasn’t a story for the squeamish, remember? I’m freaking out just remembering it!
Slowly but surly I’m able to get up on my own, walk around and the pain goes away for the most part. My lung begins to heal on its own. Now it’s time to take the tube out.
I’m terrified to have this thing touched, considering how much it hurt to have going in. And to top it off, the day before they turned the machine off in hopes that I was better, took a chest x-ray and had to turn it back on because I was getting worse again.
Now I’m scared to have it turned off at this point. Even though each day the news was getting better, if I feel any chest pains it needs to be turned on again. Every breath I take I wait for the pain.
The chest x-ray comes back good and now its time to take it out. I’ve been in tears all day, dreading this. Oh, and don’t forget what they’ve told me.
I have a 20% chance this could happen again in my lifetime. And if it does, they will consider surgery. On top of it, they tell me how they are going to take the tube out (mind you, they part that I can seen is bigger than a quarter, so I’m thinking that’s the size they shoved in my ribs). The doctors act so nonchalant about the whole thing “Oh yeah, we just pull it out slap a bandage on it and you won’t feel a thing!” Sure, just like the “you’ll just feel some pushing when we put it in!” Kinda pain? You guys are liars!
“And don’t forget, you can’t breathe when we take the tube out because it could re-collapse your lung.” …. What?! You’re telling me it can do WHAT??!
With all this in my head, I end up breaking down right before they do it. I am more nervous about this than ever. Luckily, the lady taking my chest tube out is the one that was there when the procedure happened the first time. She was the one to distract me before and I am so glad she’s the one to take it out.
Once its done, I am relieved. It didn’t actually hurt at all, just like they said. They keep me one more day for observation and I get to go home. I’ve taken 2 weeks off of work since then to recoup and I will see if I can go back to work on Friday after my follow-up doctors appointment.
I’m feeling better now, more like myself every day and I’ve been taking it easy (which isn’t easy when you’re used to running your own business!)
It really sucks that I haven’t been able to get much done these past two weeks, even after I got out of the hospital because it would have been a perfect opportunity to get ahead with the blog but, these things happen.
So… that’s where I’ve been. No one can believe I walked around for 4 days with a collapsed lung. It’s pretty crazy right? I can’t believe it either. Even now that I’m better, I still have the looming thought that this could happen again. It’s pretty scary considering this happened when I wasn’t even doing anything at all, so it’s super hard to cure or pin-point a way to prevent it from happening again. I’m basically just a sitting duck and have to pray I won’t go through that again. At 21, that’s a pretty scary thought.
Sorry that this post isn’t like my other ones but I really wanted to tell you all what was going on. Hopefully, if I can get myself to finish it, I will have a new pattern out Friday. I’m playing around with the thought of having testers for my crochet patterns, so what I post will depend on their schedules as well. While I was out, I wrote up few different patterns as well so I’m deciding which ones I want to post first! Or I may go off the rails a little bit and post on one of the older topics like I used to. Whatever I decide, you will have a normal Friday post out 100% guarantee!
Thanks for reading, and I will see you soon!