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Day: July 1, 2009

Rotten burger + no potassium= Worst Day EVER

Rotten burger + no potassium= Worst Day EVER

I have been gone for a while now.  That’s obvious, huh? 🙂  Since my last post I have been very sick.  I’ve been in and out of the hospital.–  I got food poisoning a couple of days after I  stopped taking a diuretic to remove all the water from my body.  I blew up like a balloon-it was so bizarre!  My skin was stretched so tight from being completely filled with water, that I could only bend my legs so far or they would rip.  Wow, what a pretty mental image…So anyway, I had just stopped the medication when I ate the rotten hamburger, and while taking it you are supposed to get your potassium levels checked each week.  The first week I went in and my doc had been called away on an emergency.  So I asked his assistant if I should just go to the lab and get my blood draw and she said “Nah, he’ll see you next week.”  I left the building feeling a bit weird.  I hate it when I feel that I’m not asserting myself in situations that call for it.  When you are chronically ill, you have to be your own champion.  The people at the doc’s office have no clue what it’s like to be you.  They don’t feel your pain, they don’t lay in bed at night and pray for relief.  I could go on and on… The following week I go in to see him and I stopped taking the med 2 days before my appointment.  At the end of my appointment he is ushering me to the door and i ask about the blood test again to check my potassium levels.  He says

, nope.  You are not taking it anymore.  So I leave feeling weird.  He is the one who told me in the beginning that once I started taking this med it was very important to check my levels.  Could be dangerous blah blah blah.

On the way home from the doc’s we go through a drive through because I hadn’t eaten before we left.  Oh My Gawd.  If I could turn back time (go Cher) I NEVER, EVER, would have eaten that damn dollar burger.  That evening I was popping rolaids and going uuuunnnnhhh.  Or something like that.  So I finally tell the Big C that I don’t feel good, and I mean, not good at all.  I end up running up the stairs, and I am in the bathroom for like, forever.  But, something changes.  Suddenly the pain is so great that I start yelling for C, somethings wrong.  And he’s like, um yah, you’re in there crapping your brains out.  Your sick.  And I say no, call 911.  He is standing in the doorway and I’m on the commode and I’m screaming.  Within seconds I am covered in so much sweat that I look like I fell in.  C is trying to talk me out of my silliness, calling 911 for a major evacuation?  But he must have seen something in my face or the tone of my voice or the way I kept saying, call 911, call 911…after that I was out.  They came and got me off of the toilet, got me in a transport chair,  that I ruined within minutes I was told, and to the ER.  I don’t remember anything about the ER except for one moment that I will spare you from and when someone said “why is she so out of it” and someone yelling at me for my arm.  I couldn’t move it.  Then there was pain.  It felt like someone was shoving a metal rod up my arm and I was trying to get it out but they were holding me back.  This whole time I didn’t see anything.  I had my eyes closed C said.

Turns out my potassium level was dangerously low.  That’s why I was so unresponsive.  I was heading out.  So, to wrap up this l o n g story with possibly TMI,  my doc never checked my potassium levels after chemically ridding my body off excess water.  Then

, when I ate the death burger, I was already low on potassium and dehydrated.  I’m lucky I’m here right now.  After hearing about the whole experience in the ER, I was mortified, so embarrassed, sure I was going to run into any one of the staff in the grocery store and I would never know it.  But they will see me and go, ‘oh my, it’s the poo queen.’  It’s OK.  C told me that as soon as the blood work came back and they saw what was wrong, they were more sympathetic.  I guess it probably would have ruined my night too if I was working the night shift and in came me.  Maybe I’ll send them a card.  I don’t know if I can find a ‘I’m sorry for ruining your scrubs’ card.  Big C told me that when the nurse wheeled me to the front door I apologized for making it such a crappy night for him.  Always the comedian…  I think I’ll just leave it at that and wear shades when I go out.

Until next time, hopefully better times…  🙂


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