Dying and Living Again
No, this is not a religious blog. This is a blog about my experiences overthe past 4 years.
4 years ago, a bit before Mother's Day, for some reason, I stopped breathing. It feels like someone just sealed up your body. Nothing gets in. Fortunately, my son Jonathan was there. He gave me mouth to mouth until the ambulance came. I was taken to the hospital, considered clinically dead, they revived me, put on a ventilator, and was out within 4 days. I had gotten pulminary edema. The doctors ruled it as congestive heart failure. It took me about 2 weeks to recover from the ordeal. Mentally, it took me a whole lot longer. I had to go to therapy to get over the racing thoughts that at any moment, that could happen again.
2 years ago, August 12th-2 days before my son's birthday, it happened again. Basically the same thing. I couldn't breath, my son was there, he called 911, gave me mouth to mouth, went to the hospital E.R., died and revived, Jonthan counted about 7 times. Traechea edema this time. At one point, I had no vitals, totally flatlined. Gone... Spent 8 days in the hospital this time, 7 days on a ventilator. The doctors had ruled out congestive heart failure, and said that it was anaphylactic shock. I had a toothache at the time, and was taking Penicillin for the infection and codeine for the pain. Apparently, I was allergic to one of those medications, which caused the reaction. They say that with anaphylaxis, the bouts only get worse. This time, it did a number on my heart and lungs. Took me about a month before I could go back to work, and about 6 months before my heart and lungs were okay. The time in the hospital was spent on a morphine drip, so I don't remember most of it. A week later, when I saw my doctor, he told me that he was happy that I was still here. He is the one that pointed out that I had flatlined. He had told my son to start calling family, because it hadn't looked good. That knowledge really did a trip on my head as well. I felt like crap physically,
and then, mentally.
I went back to work after a month. As time went by, I kept getting sick.
Odd things, throat aches, sinuses mostly, but oh so tired. Finally, it got so bad at work, in February, I finally just quit. Gave up. Didn't know, or realize what was wrong with me.
It took me until July to understand what was going on. I ran into an ex co-worker, and explained that I didn't really care about finding a job anymore, I had tried to no avail. He said that it sounded like I was detached, to protect myself. That made me start thinking. I was feeling detached about a lot of things. It kinda scared me, so I called the crisis center, and they got me in to see my old therapist.
I wish things would have been different. My therapist said that someone can't go through that traumatic of an experience, and not need help/at least most people. I let it go too far.
What had happened, slowly but surely, I had become majorly depressed.
That explained all of the symptoms of illness, which I never knew could effect you in that respect. I was very happy that I did not have congestive heart failure, very happy at that. But the whole dying and living thing weighs a lot on your mind.
I understand when people die. I don't understand why I did it on 2 separate occasions, and was blessed enough to come back to keep living.
It's a very strange feeling. The Stages of Death poetry was written on my darkest hours when all hope was unseen.
Fortunately, my days are much brighter now. I can see the past for what it was. I just felt like sharing this part of my life with you, so that you may understand me a bit better.
If you have gotten through this, thank you for reading it. Drop me a line with your comments/thoughts. I'd appreciate it.
Smiles to you,
Cynthia
Comments (4)
i gota to sai you are one lucky person... and it is not your time to go.. there is something headin your way i would say and that is why you have gotten throu all this.. just by hearing this story it shows you are a strong person.. lucki your son was there for you hey... all the best for the future..
spite of what you might have been thinking that affected your mind so much it played the death tune with your body so I think it is pretty cool that somebody is watching over you, don't forget we do only have so many days and when you start stressing and depressing? think about what you can do to turn the tables, we all have somebody we are always within reach of and you know who that is welcome aboard my friendship girlfriend
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