After reading everyones blogs and listening to people in my CCFA support group about there hospital stay, I thought I was pretty lucky to have never been admitted into the hospital. My day finally came and I am happy to say I am back home.
I was experiencing shortness of breath one day and just tried to push through it, since I had a 12 1/2 hour overnight shift at work that I had to get through. I hardly made it through my shift and took myself to the doctor. From there, they sent me to the ER since my oxygen level was so low and my heart rate was over 176.. I had no other symptoms of anything else besides the fact that I could not breath when I got up.
I was admitted into the hospital and had millions of tests done on me, since no one understood why I had no other symptoms of anything else. They started to treat me for pneumonia, as my XRAY showed a lot of inflammation in my lungs. I was getting no better and my heart rate was just through the rough. After getting over 10 doctors involved in my case, one doctor finally had a brain and put me on strong heart pills to slow my heart rate down.
Sadly, I had to miss my Humira shot this past week so now I am really nervous that I am going to flare up. My GI doctor even came to see me and to try to figure out what was going on. She happend to come in right when my fiancé brought our dog, Yogi in for a surprise visit.
To make a very long story short.. They discharged me leaving it as a really bad pneumonia. I may have pneumonia, but I truly blame my autoimmune disease for this. Though I could get it healthy or not, but since I can not fight infections I get that much sicker. Also, being on Humira I really cant fight infections.
During my stay, I had to walk with a walker, gait belt, oxygen, IV, a nurse, and a CNA. The staff was beyond incredible and I made some friends. I did however get a little cranky at them when they would not let me toliet on my own. I explained to them that I had IBD and wished to do this alone. They wouldnt budge, in fear that I would pass out from my heart rate being so high. Do you have any idea how hard it is to go to the bathroom with someone standing right there? What a nightmare that was.
Sitting at the hospital for nine days really made me think. I thought I held it all together well. Inside, I am sure of it that I will be back in the hospital again in my future. Having an autoimmune disease means your body can not fight against infections like everyone else can. Every little thing now can effect my Ulcerative Colitis. I now have to wait for my injection and take more pills on top of my regular.
I am now just taking it easy and I am eager to get back to work on Saturday. Hopefully I can get back on track and I am crossing my fingers that my stomach will take one for the team until my next Humira injection!