What Scotty Doesn't Know

So how in the bloody hell are you? No - I am neither British nor married to a Britt – I just love the way “bloody hell” rolls off the tongue. Don’t you?

So where have I been? Sick. Sick a bit. And then there was some more of the sick. I am not even qualified to write much of this as I was on the ventilator restrained and sedated much of the time and too sick to type the rest.

The timeline looks a bit like this:

June 3: went to ER with strange rash on face causing swelling around eyes. Am given Multi pack of steroids which makes me puke all night long.

June 4: The next day we go back to the hospital because I cannot function and can only roll around on the floor moaning in the back of the car.

We return to the ER with headache and neck ache – puking and fever. They do a spinal tap and head CT and admit me – thinking that the high steroid dose is to blame.

They give me fluids and try to make me comfortable.

June 6: I am transferred to the ICU of the local hospital – not getting any relief. My husband at this time was worried and didn’t know what to do… He decided to transfer me to a local teaching hospital – Medical City Dallas – to their special care wing – which only deals with high risk highly critical cases. This is where my knowledge fades. I don’t remember the ambulance ride.

I don’t remember my chest caving in. I don’t remember the ventilator or versed or ativan. I just don’t remember.

Apparently at one point during
the spell I began pointing to letters asking if I was dying….

This of course freaked out my daughter who spent the day crying., I don’t remember getting the tube out…and I don’t remember much else until June 17. that is a net loss of 10 days…. 10 days gone.

From what I understand, it is best I don’t remember…..

I did have vivid visions while tranquilized – like the one where all the beefcake guys were lined up at the old coral bathed in BBQ sauce, or how I had planned to run away with a bunch of people to sell tickets to hockey games.

And then there was the one where I was sure that our dogs were real and I put them outside and of course as any chocolate dog would do, they freaking melted.

And then of course there is the one where the giant potato mound blew up every year on thanksgiving so everyone could have mashed potatoes…. Yep, doozies

I am happy to say that I am back in the land of the living and so so happy to be here.

Although I am still in the hospital, I am on my way out – and never happier in my life to be alive. Never.