Status AsthmaticusI was dx'd with adult onset asthma about 15 years ago...never was an issue as a child. I've had some bouts every now and them, but nothing that my rescue inhaler or if worse, prednisone wouldn't handle. Well, that all changed on 9/29/10. I was home alone and remember having some difficulty breathing. This is where I have absolutely no recall, and had to piece everything together ba
I do not know how long I was home alone, but my husband came home to find me in severe respiratory distress, and "turning blue". He called 911 and the paramedics arrived and did whatever paramedics do to treat in this type of situation. My O2 sat was 53%. (Whichever one wrote up the report underlined that twice.) The report said I was "awake and alert", but again, I have no memory whatsoever being treated by paramedics, taken to the hospital, nothing.
I was intubated as soon as I was brought into the hospital as it was determined that I was in respiratory failure. I was put on a ventilator, in a drug-induced coma, and spent one week in ICU. (Then another week in a regular room.) When they weaned me off of the drugs (propofol) a week later, that was my first memory since the day it happened. I awoke, saw my mother (who lives 500 miles away), and I asked her where I was. (She really was there.)
I do realize that I am very fortunate to be alive, and I have my asthma under control, but I have to say that I am not the same person since this happened. I am depressed (resistent to treatment), I think of the awful nightmares and dreams I had during the week I was sedated...waking up and being restrained and bruised...the repetitive noises of those machines. It's been 1 1/2 years and I really should be over this by now. I mean how many people are in and out of the hospital everyday? I know this is a little off-topic in that my story only started about asthma...