By Jewel Tyler
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I have heard it said when you are in the hospital you should rest. Resting in the hospital is unheard of. Even through the night one cannot rest because of the nurses coming in all night taking your blood pressure and temperature. I know they are doing their job, but after the day I had with Dr. Gupta and then being interviewed by administrative staff about the incident which had occurred earlier in the day with her visit.
A month earlier, I had a conversation with my brother; we were discussing spirituality as usual. I am the type of person when I pray it is not necessarily just for me. I pray for the world, people I don’t necessarily know. I know the Lord has me so I intercede for others. I have been like that for many years. So, because of all of the devastations and news that bombards us on a daily I was feeling overwhelmed with how evil people in the world are now toward one another. I stated to my brother I would much prefer to be with the Lord. We ended our conversation and time passed to the day in the hospital.
Finally, I had dinner and it was time to rest, I had curled up under my covers in the bed and was sleeping so wonderfully. There was no pain, no numbness and nothing was bothering me at all, just blissful sleep. My cell phone kept ringing, I tried to ignore it and continue to sleep, but someone was determined to reach me. I thought to myself, I should have cut the ringer off.
I answered the phone and it was my brother, he was crying, and it was a deep cry. He asked me to please wake up so I could hear what he had to say. Once awakened he was going on and on about me repenting. I kept asking him to repent about what. He said “Repent about what you said about being with the Lord, he is coming for you tonight.” He continued “Sis please don’t go, it’s not time yet.” I was awake now, and not too pleased about being awakened especially after resting so good. “What are you talking about and why are you crying?” He continued to repeat, “Sis please repent, you don’t want to go now, please.” I told him I was okay and I just wanted to go back to sleep.
I hung up the phone and slumped back down into the bed and under my covers. Off to sleep I went. Yes, back into my blissful sleep state. Next, a nurse woke me up; she was adjusting the wires and nodes on my chest and legs they had placed earlier with a heart monitor. The nurse asked me to please sit up in my bed, and I asked her why? She explained she thought something was wrong with my heart monitor.
After she left, I went back to sleep and covered my head. Blissful sleep again. Once again, I was awakened but this time it was the nurse with the head nurse. They were asking me to sit up in the bed. I was so groggy, and agitated by them disturbing me again and again. Then the room filled with more individuals, all around my bed. I asked what was going on. The head nurse explained as he was taking my vitals that they were concerned about my heart rate. Based on the monitors and the current reading, my heart rate had dropped to 19. I had no idea what that even meant.
First, it was nitroglycerin, and then they checked my vitals again. More nitroglycerins and then checking my vitals. They continued to explain my heart rate was not getting any better. My head was pounding the pain was getting greater and greater. The nurse explained it was because of the nitroglycerin. My chest was beginning to hurt and the pain was radiating through my back and down my arm. My head felt like it was about to explode.
Through the pain, I heard some code being called with my room number. It was about me, I was in a private room. Next, a woman rolled in the room with a big red cart. I recognized it from movies; it was what they call a Crash Cart. The woman approached the bed, my head rolled back from the pain, it was excruciating and I was having difficulty breathing. I wanted it all over, and just as that thought crossed my mind the woman with the cart was snatching off the patches and plugs from my chest and legs. She placed some large patches on my chest connected to her machine and a shock went through my body. Once again, another shock. My head was beyond feeling as if it was going to explode.
I closed my eyes from the pain, the nurses were calling my name, I just wanted to escape my body. When I finally opened my eyes again, I was being rolled down a hall. I was surrounded by nurses and they were trying to comfort me and tell me everything was going to be okay. I dozed out, the bed shook; I was in an elevator, I dozed out. I was being picked up laid on a cold table; in a machine, comforting words. Head pounding, the machine was making a banging noise. Being picked up put back on my bed; were moving again. I have to urinate and really bad. Pain in my head, pain in my chest, my arm, my bladder. How can I escape this all?
They were rolling me to a different room; I faintly asked where they were taking me. The nurse replied you are in ICU sweetheart. Once in my room and they had hooked up everything, I explained to them I really had to go to the bathroom. They put a bedpan under me, I felt like I let go of a river and it was a river. When the nurse returned, I was wet from head to toe. I had never been so embarrassed in my life.
Nurses returned to my room, I explained to them what had happened. They put me in a chair and then changed my bed and bathed me and redressed me. However, I felt like I had to urinate again. How could that be I thought. The nurse was returning with another bedpan. I explained to her I do not think that would be big enough. Another nurse returned and said she was going to put in a catheter connected to a bag.
Once it was in place the nurse explained to me how to relieve myself. Just too simply relax. I do not think 30 minutes had passed and the nurse returned to check on me and she ran out of the room. The bag was full. She returned to replace it. I asked her where was all of the fluid coming from? She explained when a person’s blood pressure elevates and starts to come down there is a release of fluid. I was so weak and wanted answers but I was still in a lot of pain.
My cell phone started ringing; I did not realize the nurses had transferred all of my belongings to my new room. It was my son; I explained to him everything which had happened. Before I could finish my conversation with him a woman entered my room along with a man. The man was a cardiologist, Dr. Nguyen, and the woman was from a company called Medatronics. They were discussing with me I needed a pacemaker. I had no idea what a pacemaker was and what was required to have one implanted. My phone rang it was my stepdaughter; my son had called her to tell her what was going on. She is a nurse and wanted full details. I was so weak, I gave my cell phone to the doctor and he discussed in details with my daughter my condition and the next steps they wanted to take to help me.
I told the doctor I needed time to think about it; in reality I wanted time to research everything about my condition and having a pacemaker implanted. My son came to the hospital with my laptop, and my work phone. I contacted my job and explained I needed surgery and I had no idea when I would return to work. Next, my son and I researched my condition also what is required to have the surgery. Before I could finish my research the doctor returned, he said we needed to schedule my surgery as soon as possible. I could not take the chance of my heart stopping the next time completely.
A dear friend of mine that is like my sister Lisa called me from Los Angeles, she stated I was heavy on her spirit. I explained everything to her; she prayed with me and told me she would call me later. After discussing everything with all of my children, I consented to the surgery. It was scheduled for 4:00 am the next morning.
The epiphany from all of this was when the doctor explained to me it was a good thing I was in the hospital because if I had been at home, I would not be here to write this blog.
(to be continued)