Posted by Randi D. Berge on September 1, 2014 in My blog
Back in July I was busy with bookkeeping and web design clients. Then I began to feel sluggish. I thought it was just a bug. For me, if I got sick it didn’t last long. Which was good considering I’m an entrepreneur. I don’t have time to be sick. Unfortunately for me the sluggishness wasn’t passing. It was getting worse.
I live with my Mom, which works out beautifully for the most part. I do the driving and we both keep each other company. She could see I was struggling with whatever bug I had picked up; and even came into the bathroom as I was contemplating getting off the toilet with 911 on the line. But I refused to let them come pick me up. I thought of my finances, I thought of the lack of health care. I thought about the last time I’d seen a doctor. What I didn’t take into account was how lousy I felt and the fact it was getting harder to move. Let me blunt. I got stupid.
There was work to do and work coming up. I thought I knew my body. If it stayed the course the bug would pass and everything would return to normal.
Only it didn’t get better or come anywhere close to back to normal. July 23rd I called 911 and was transported to Valley Medical Center. It wasn’t until August I can honestly say I was aware of where I was or what was happening to me. Prior to that I was in a delirium of sorts. A nurse would say something like my Mom had called. The next thing I knew it was a different day and time.
It all changed when I began asking questions of the nurse on duty. I apparently had a bad habit of pulling out feeding tubes and other thing designed to keep me alive. So my hands were secured to the railings of the bed I was in. I spent a great deal of time trying to figure out how to get loose. One thing was clear my life had changed in a blink of an eye and I had yet to find out how.