Here we go...again

Last night, yet again, EMS was called on my behalf from my workplace due to another seizure/energy crisis. I say them together because I'm not overly sure if they are both happening or it's one and then the other, I can't say. So anyway, I had an incident last night at work where I had to use a ton of adrenaline, which of course is also not ideal. I can't go into much about the incident all I can say was it was bad. I had to call in my supervisor, my DON, and some aides to help me with the situation. But I will say that the resident who was involved in the incident is fine and that is what I'm focused on when it comes to this.

But, anyway, back to me. Since that's really what I'm blogging about. I was just coming to "terms" I guess you could say with the incident. I had done the paperwork, dealt with the residents, helped with the body audit, and all I could think of was how am I going to be able to continue working, I feel like I have no energy. Well, that was my warning. I decided I would attempt to help my residents with eating, but I couldn't do that for very long either. Something was really quite wrong, and I wasn't sure I was going to be able to continue working. I went up to Mama Mary, explaining the situation and she told me to sit down immediately. I told her I really didn't need to sit down, but she again said "Sam, sit your butt down, NOW!". So of course I did. That was all it took, evidently. Then I started to go out again. I don't remember much from this part of the episode. When I have a seizure, or a seizure-like spell, I do not always comprehend what is going on around me. So, during the time I was "out" they took me down the hall in a swivel chair and then lifted me onto the couch in the ever so famous (now, because this is the second time I've been taken there) family room. There, Mom Mary essentially took over. She grabbed a blue referral sheet that we use when we send residents out, and put all the information she could think of on the sheet. She had Kerri, another nurse, take my blood sugar and get a set of vitals. All in all, I can say that Mom Mary was really on top of her game this time. She wants to figure out what's going on with me as badly, I think, as I do. The entire time we were there in the family room, I was aware she was with me. She held my hand, she talked to me. I was in pain, and when I came out of it, I was still unable to talk well. I know I kept telling her to "let me go". But at that point, I was in pain, and yes I have to say I was frustrated about this episode. I felt like it was "here we go again", which is exactly what Mary said.

They called my grandparents and had my Grandpa come up to see what they should do. Mary basically told him that the ambulance was probably going to be the easiest thing to do. Lifting me is not overly difficult, as I only weigh about 100 pounds but at that point I wasn't really able to do much for myself. So it was decided EMS would be called. My thought was "Great, now I have another 1400 dollar ambulance ride that the state gets to cover". Of course, nothing could be done about it so I had to just take it as everything came. Not easy to do, but obviously it's not like I had a choice in the matter. The EMT and paramedic were very nice, very concerned. They're definitely not used to having to ship a staff member out. But that's beside the point. Anyway, I got out to the ER, and the doctor was very good. I have to say that, since I'm not overly fond of the doctors around here. He really was genuinely concerned for me, and he said even though there probably wasn't much they could do to figure out what was actually going on, I could come back and see them if I felt like I needed to. To be completely honest, I'm glad he was so nice because he did restore some of my faith in our local ER. I also had a wonderful nurse who also seemed concerned and was very compassionate.

With that being said, I do have to say I was more satisfied with this visit than I was the last. They diagnosed me with unexplained syncope, recurrent seizures, dehydration, and I forget what else. But anyway, I did end up showing to be dehydrated, needed potassium in a pill and the magnesium into my IV drip. The extra fluid did help me a little. They also gave me compazine for the pain and benadryl to make sure the compazine didn't make me restless. It did, but I'm sure it would have been worse had I not had the benadryl as well. All in all, I'm pretty glad the things that were done happened. However, I am still without decent answers. I have scheduled an appointment with Dr. P for tomorrow afternoon and I am hoping that my upcoming appointment with Dr. R will finally give me some of the answers I am desperately hoping for. I have to keep up some hope. My prayer to St. Jude, the patron saint of hopeless causes, should be prayed. Let's hope I am able to get some prayers prayed here in the next few days. I'm really trying to keep up the hope and a good positive attitude. Please say some prayers for me, I could use any of them I can possibly get.