Today is Easter Sunday, April 21, 2019.
I had a wonderful Easter with my husband, my in-laws, and my nieces.
Leading up to it, the days before, was pure Hell. I spent yesterday morning, the day before Easter, in the Emergency Room.
For 2 days, I vomited, had diarrhea, could not sleep, and when I did, it was nightmares. I was clammy, hot and cold, hot and cold. I was dehydrated, my blood pressure was high, my blood sugar rising. I was shivering, shaking, panicking. I was getting confused.
The nurses gave me liquid IV fluids , Zofran, which kills nausea, and Ativan, a tranquilizer , to stop my anxiety and shaking. I felt a lot better, after that, when I got home to take my medications. There are like 12 medications that I take, several of them, psychiatric meds. I was so confused at the hospital, that I could not tell them which drugs that I take.
I have had such a rough road this past year or two. When I was in my 20's, I had bad migraines, that were originally diagnosed as seizures, I would get confused and lose consciousness.
After that my illnesses were mainly psychiatric. I spent several stays in psychiatric wards.
I was diagnosed as having Schizoaffective Disorder, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Major Depression, Anxiety Disorder.
Once I hit my middle 40's, I began to develop physical symptoms. I went through menopause starting at 44. I developed Diabetes, as the result of a psychiatric drug.
Around 50, my Diabetes got bad and I developed Diabetes Ketoacidosis, which came close to killing me. After that, I developed Gastroparesis....I hope that it is spelled right. It is related to Diabetes, and basically means that my stomach is not doing its job....it is so slow.
I find myself sad and confused at times. I am grateful to be alive still, but overwhelmed at the weights that I must carry.
