After we got back from our trip to California I started to feel worse then usual. I had been feeling sick for awhile. Real tired and nauseous all the time. The good news was that I lost weight because I lost my appetite. I no longer wanted to eat. Ever. Not even good stuff like chocolate and ice cream. Weird. But after the circus trip I got worse. I had a doctor appointment coming up and I had been going every month to get my blood tested and see my rheumatologist. I guess my blood work wasn't so good so I had to keep going often. Anyways, I got my blood drawn on a Tuesday like usual for my Thursday appointment. I had been feeling really light headed that week and I just thought I was more tired then usual.
On Wednesday I was trying to avoid standing up and going up the stairs. If I had to bend down I would just crawl until I had to stand up for something else. Then my doctor called early that afternoon and said she got my blood results and I needed a blood transfusion right away. I didn't even know what that was exactly. She said she could not get a hold of my physician and so we both kept trying. She eventually told me to just go to the emergency room. I loaded all my kids in the car and started to go, but then I pulled over and tried to decide what to do with my kids. Do I take them, do I ask someone else to take them? Daniel wasn't answering his phone anymore and didn't even know I was headed to the hospital. I tried calling my old visiting teachers but one didn't answer and the other wasn't home so I ended up calling Brittany, my sister-in-law, who I tried not to bother because her husband was sick. She didn't answer so I drove to her house... She answered the door and was heading to the pool so I felt really awful about bothering her and I thought that I should have just taken them with me. She said it was fine to leave them with her and I hoped that Daniel would just get them when he came home from work.
I went to the hospital and they admitted me. They checked previous lab work and talked to my doctor. They had to re-run my blood work to see what it was right then. It took a long time. Daniel had come straight from work and I just kept worrying about the kids and telling him that he should go get them so Brittany didn't have to have them for longer. He didn't leave until it was time for them to go to bed.
By the time they got the blood test results and decided that I needed two units of blood it was late. I was admitted to the hospital and wheeled in the hospital bed up to a hospital room. This whole time I felt really silly being there and having people do things for me. Daniel came back after the kids were in bed and Brittany stayed with them. I thought Daniel should go home that night and take care of the kids and be comfortable in his own bed. And I didn't want Brittany to have to be away from her family taking care of mine. I just felt dumb. I didn't feel like I needed to be in the hospital. I hated feeling helpless.
Daniel wouldn't leave and stayed the whole night. It took so long to analyze my blood and the donor's blood. My transfusion wasn't started until like 1:00am. It was supposed to take 8 hours for the transfusion. Four hours for each unit. My IV was put in when I was in the ER. It was in my elbow. When the transfusion was first started my vein blew up right away. My arm started swelling and it hurt sooooo bad. They stopped it and sent in another nurse to start a new IV. My arm still hurt a lot. I started shaking and my teeth started chattering and I could not control myself. The nurse put warm blankets on me and after awhile by body calmed down. I don't know what the deal was with the uncontrollable shaking. The transfusion was finally started. I laid there with my arm on my stomach staring at it most of the time because I was so afraid my vein would blow. It never did, but I didn't really sleep.
My transfusion was finished after 8:00am. After that everything took so very long. I kept trying to sleep while waiting but it didn't really happen. Daniel had left when the transfusion was done to go see the kids and let Brittany go home. Daniel and the kids came to visit and then left. Then they came again. The kids were going crazy waiting in that hospital room and SO WAS I. My rheumatologist had come and said I was good to go, but they still took forever. I didn't leave until about 5:30pm!
A friend, Morgan, brought dinner to us that night when we got home. It was so very nice of her. And then to top it off she came and took my kids the next day for a couple of hours. I was so grateful.
I was grateful for Brittany's help with my kids, Morgan's dinner and taking my kids, for Loni bringing dinner the next night (and a Dr. Pepper), for Megan watching my kids for another blood draw and dr. appointment, and for my blood donor, whoever he/she is. I never thought I would be needing someone else's blood one day.
After all that, I had to start the dreaded steroids. I have gained ten pounds and feel chubby around the middle and my face. I became moodier, as if all the other medications and lupus didn't already contribute enough to that. Ha ha. I started another drug that is supposed to keep my body from rejecting its own blood any further. The same medication people take that have had transplants. So anyways, my body had decided its own blood was foreign and was trying to get rid of it.
I'm doing better. I did get the Shingles (comes from the same virus that causes chicken pox that lives in your body forever once you get it, apparently) recently since my immune system is weak. I didn't know what that was either, but since I was already on steroids I just added another medication that I had to take 5 times a day for a week and then they were gone. The steroids had helped keep the shingles low key. I have been able to stop taking the steroids just recently and I am happy about that.
It really wasn't all that bad. I felt much better after my transfusion. I was no longer light headed and my lips were not white anymore and I had pink in my cheeks again. I just didn't know what it all was. Now I know what a blood transfusion is and found out about others who have had one or a few. And I learned about shingles. Which I should never get again just like chicken pox.
*My kids watching tv in my hospital bed waiting to get the heck out of there!