I thought I was going to die...

I had my wrist surgery 2 weeks ago. I was scared. I kept feeling like it might be my last. My sister's high school boyfriend died under anesthesia from a routine knee surgery. He died. I kept thinking about it over and over the days leading up to the surgery. I even left a little note for Jeff, "I Love You" I wrote it on the calendar for the day right after my surgery... just in case.

I got really nervous, and therefore didn't eat much the 2 days before my surgery. I also got "water stomach." This is relevant, I promise. So the day of surgery, Jeff drove me. He and I ended up waiting HOURS because my surgeon went over on the surgery before me, and then another surgeon using my operating room went late too. They put me on Verset or something like it, an amnesiac medicine that gives you that nice "I don't care" feeling. They had to give it to me twice because I was waiting so long and getting so anxious.

The last thing I remembered was being wheeled into the surgery room. Then I woke up, looked over and realized I was alive. I was very happy about this. According to Jeff, every few minutes I would ask him the same questions over and over again. I also drank a ton of water the first night, and ate nothing. I spent Saturday mostly in a drug-induced stupor. They put me on pain meds that made me dizzy and nauseous so I barely ate all day Saturday. I drank a ton, I was so thirsty.

By Sunday, I felt a little better, I kept feeling like I shouldn't take my pain meds, but I didn't want to feel the pain, so I took them anyway. I also had to take this awful anti-inflammatory medication that made me dizzy and hurt my stomach terribly. I ended up calling my client and cancelling. I couldn't drive with the room spinning. I decided to take my pain meds and go to sleep, but first I needed Jeff to help me clean my wound. He unwrapped my wrist, and I finally got to see the wound. He started dabbing my wrist with hydrogen peroxide, and suddenly I knew something was seriously wrong.

I started feeling really sick. I felt hot and cold, and far away. I knew I was about to pass out or throw up or something, and I told Jeff but he didn't really seem to take me seriously, so I crawled out of my chair and onto the floor, hoping to save myself from passing out. Apparently it didn't work. The next thing I knew I was in darkness, opening my eyes, and Jeff was holding my shoulders and screaming "BREATH!" in my face. It was terrifying, and yet I was incapable of doing anything to help myself. I looked at Jeff, he looked so scared, I have never seen that fear in his eyes before. I told him to call an ambulance. Something was seriously wrong with me. I felt far away and all I wanted to do was sleep but I was scared I wouldn't wake up. Jeff called and I heard him tell the 911 operator that I had a seizure, that I had stopped breathing. I kinda checked out and then the EMTs were around me. They asked a bunch of questions but I kept falling in and out of comprehension. Finally they got me in the Ambulance, and I can't even remember getting into a room. A few hours later I finally got my mental acuity back.

My Aunt Sherry came to be with me, and Jeff was there. The nurse told me I had really low levels of Potassium, Magnesium, and Salt. Basically because of the diet I had been on, the diarrhea, the lack of food for several days, and the excessive water drinking, I had thrown my electrolytes off and it had caused me to go into a critical state. Once they pumped me full of salt, potassium, and magnesium, I was coherent and fine. They also forced me to eat a sandwich, and I happily obliged.

I was really scared, guys. I really thought I might die when I woke up from that seizure. Now I have to go to a cardiologist to make sure it wasn't a heart thing, but I think I'm out of the woods for now. Just wanted to let you in on my story.