"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11
I'm not going to lie. There have been times in this last 16 days that I have definitely not felt the power of this bible verse. I had my most scary anaphylactic reaction a few weeks ago. I called 911. I don't remember much else other than the firefighter pulling me from my car and the sudden rush of adrenaline that went through my PICC line shortly after. The rest is gone. I have no memory of the ride to the hospital, I have no memory of the first hour in the trauma room, I have no clue what happened. I just know that when I did start coming back around the ER doctor was trying to place an airway tube. Thankfully; the third round of rescue drugs did their job and I narrowly avoided being intubated. This was the beginning of my longest hospital stay to date.
We were able to get insurance approval for the emergency dose and they administered it on Saturday... It didn't go well. The thought right now is that I reacted to the medication being given to fast and not the actual medication itself. But either way it was a miserable reaction. It started off with the injection site swelling quite a bit and then I broke out in hives and extremely itchy red blotches. I got extremely nauseous and dizzy all at once. My body couldn't figure out if it wanted to heave or pass out. And then the dystonia hit. Dystonia looks exactly like a seizure except I'm "there" for all of it. My eyes are open and I can hear everything but I shake violently and my muscles get so tight and rigid. This freaked the ICU doctors out. They were once again considering intubation because I was having a hard time keeping my oxygen levels up on my own. It took two rounds of epi injection, benadryl, and ativan to calm everything down. It was after this reaction the ICU docs decided I was officially out of their scope of practice. They made the decision to transfer me to USC Keck hospital in Los Angeles.
It was definitely not an expected move but a very much necessary one. I was now facing Christmas in the hospital miles away from family. God has an interesting way of working everything out. Stay tuned for part II tomorrow.
With Love,
Elizabeth <3
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