Before and after the midnight hour it was a scary scene in Mark’s Den last night. For the first time, I had to press my Guardian alert button.
I have been complaining for several days how difficult movement had been on my system. From pain to inability to get adequate air supply had been my chief complaints along with all of my energy being zapped.
Striking quickly, the same type of spell, which in the past resulted in calling 9-1-1, came over me after I locked the door for the night. With difficulty I made it the few steps back to my recliner.
I sat there on the edge trying to regain composure and overcome the tightness, the pain, the gasping. I thought of reaching for the Roxanol to aid in getting through the spell.
The next thing I knew was the sensation of Chooey licking my face.
Disoriented I could not find my glasses or my air tube. I did not know where I was. I could feel liquid flowing from my nose down my lips.
Finding my glasses and air tube, I realized I was on the floor.
Gathering my wits I pushed the alert button. When answered, I cried out for help and that I was bleeding.
I managed to get up and back to my recliner, then to unlock and open the door. I sent out messages to my sons, my parents that I had to call for help with the alert.
Chooey was not leaving my side until someone arrived to assist.
Kev and I texted back and forth until Mom arrived.
The phone rang. It was Mom. I did not know until after Mom came to the house that Guardian had called her at midnight.
I apparently had fallen and passed out for about 5 minuets or so.
Guardian stayed on the line with me until Mom arrived. Mom remained until the nurse came and checked me out.
I ended up sleeping in the recliner last night. I was not going to chance trying to make it to the bed or what it may be like when I woke this morning.
Sleeping in until a bit past 9 a.m., I finally roused to greet the day. I am still not anywhere near 100% – far from it.
This was the first time this has ever happened to me.
The countdown to September and payday has begun. The unofficial end of summer is a mere days away.
September will make month five since the doctor told me I may have six months or less to live. He did expound that the prognosis was if the disease which afflicts me runs its normal course.
Since that May day, I have gained weight. I have grown stronger. I have become more independent. I fight on.
The past week, however, the battle has tipped against me. The mucus plugs have increased again. The plugs are thicker and bigger again.
While the weather has an impact on those of us with respiratory issues, I do not believe it is the weather having the greatest pressure on my system. I do believe it may the chronic obstructive pulmonary disease sucking out my life energy.
Susie surprised me with dinner last night of roast beef, mashed potatoes, green beans and tomatoes fresh from the garden. Today Mom is bringing over potato soup and other yummies for my tummy. Bill and Mom stopped by Sunday on their way back from an outing with Bill’s brother with a plate of macaroni salad, cheese, summer sausage, fruit salad, barbecued beef and a brat.
The end of August, 2017 begins. Come Friday, ready or not, September will arrive with next Monday the unofficial end of summer – Labor Day.
Some how, some way, I managed to sleep in to the late hour of 8:30 a.m. I did wake up for a nature break around 4:30, but climbed back in bed. I actually managed to fall back to slumber.
The rainy start to the day did not help as my body came out of basal metabolism to the stirring and rousing for the day. Trying to catch a breath was like an Olympic sport with a full array of obstacles toward the finish line.
Reluctantly I had to reach for my “secret” formula to quell the pain and difficulty in getting oxygen in and carbon dioxide out. Actually it is a normal pain and breathing medicine and not a secretive formulation.
For family and friends worried about Kevin and Hailey in Texas, they and Philip J. Fry (their Dachshund baby) are wet, but weathering Storm Harvey well.
I have been in contact daily.
Bonnie from the Desert oasis of Laughlin, Nevada called me yesterday to check on the pair. She has been, like most of us, paying attention to the weather reports and social media postings about how Texas is being hit and was concerned. I was able to reassure her that Kev, Hailey and Fry are OK at this time.
Considered this morning not posting to my blog, but I do already take Saturdays off from detailing the Inside My Mind. Plus, I am not relishing the idea of getting a scathing email from long-time reader from the Desert, Bonnie.
So here I am putting thoughts to screen.
My Heart to Heart Chaplain, Kathy, stopped by a few minutes ago. Kathy is always comforting. She never leaves without a chat with God on my behalf.
A little later, I am expecting Mom. Her plans, as of last night, was to cook up spaghetti and bring some to me.
Dad and Susie got my food all put away yesterday. They also picked up a few things at the store for me.
I have not fallen asleep yet today after rising around 7:30 a.m. But – that sleepy feeling is coming over me.
In the last couple of months, I have developed what would be restless leg syndrome. My legs are constantly spassing out on their own. At times it’s like I am going to jump out of the recliner.
Before I fall asleep, I better bring this to a close.
Shortly after rising after 9 a.m. today, I was sitting in my recliner, sipping my coffee, when I felt the rush in my chest. I knew that my heart was racing.
Grabbing for my oximeter, my blood oxygen level was a healthy 97. But it was my heart rate which had soared to 191.
I sat there with my finger in the oximeter. My heart kept in the the SVT (supraventricular tachycardia) range for several moments. Eventually the heart rate fell back to the normal 60.
For a bit I wondered if I would need to press my alert button or try and call for a nurse. Fortunately the scare was short-lived.
My home health aide Bambi came a little while ago. I am now cleaned, shaved and presentable to the world. Bambi also did my few dishes, trimmed my eyebrows and rinsed the filters on my air concentrator.
Chooey is becoming more use to Bambi washing Daddy and not being concerned with her touching me.
Waiting now for Fed-Ex to arrive with my next shipment of meals for the next 15 days. I had hoped the shipment would arrive before Bambi came. Now I will have to put the food away myself into the freezer and fridge.