This will be my last post for awhile. I promised an update on my visit with Dr. J. in Washington, DC so here it is!
I left the kids with my husband on Sunday morning and flew to Washington, DC to meet my father who was flying in from Florida. I was excited to spend the day with him and to explore this beautiful city. We spent most of the day around the White House and World War II Memorial. It was a gorgeous, sunny day! I remember many years ago being able to walk up to the gate across the street in front of the White House. This is as close as I could get to our president…
The WWII Memorial was my favorite. I am so proud of the men and women in uniform who have served our country and to those who worked tirelessly this past week to find the Marathon Bombers.
My dad and I having a little fun. :-) I always thought these pictures were so cheesy…but my dad brings it out in me!
So now on to the fun stuff.
The next morning we left for the George Washington University hospital to have my port placed. I was hopeful because I finally felt like I was in good hands and that I was going to get well and also a wee bit nervous about the procedure. I also felt more confident as I checked in and everyone knew Dr. J. They all referred to him as an angel…a great guy…a doctor who helps people all over the world.
The doctors and nurses were wonderful and made me feel at ease. One of the male nurses had me laughing hysterically before I was put to “sleep”. He told everyone that they were taking care of a super model and mother of two boys so they needed to roll out the red carpet. At one point, I began to tear up and he held my hand and said, “now, honey, you gave birth to two boys! What on earth are you crying about. This is NOTHING compared to labor. In a few minutes, your bartender will be giving you a very strong cocktail that will make you feel REAL good, so hang tight.” Then one of the doctors came in and told me that he had Lyme disease twelve years ago and that he knew exactly what I was going through. He reassured me that I was in good hands.
The procedure was painless and did not take long at all. I spent an hour in the recovery room and then walked to Dr. J’s office for my first infusion. That’s when all hell broke loose.
As I was sitting on a table in one of the rooms at the clinic, one of the nurses was showing me how to prepare my antibiotics before my infusion. I was very tired from the anesthesia I had earlier and then began to sweat profusely. I felt really sick and asked for a pail and then knelt down on my knees and lost hearing in both ears. I guess this is what it feels like when you are just about to pass out. While on the floor, they took my blood pressure and it was 60/40. After that, I remember the nurse yelling “60/40″ over and over again, possibly to try to get the attention of the other nurses/doctors in the office. They laid me down on the table and lifted my legs and 3 more people entered the room. One wiping me down with a towel and another taking my blood pressure which was slowly going back up. An ambulance was called and off to the ER I went. The doctors at the ER thought that I had a Vasovagal reaction and gave me fluids. I found out about the explosions at the marathon while I was at the ER as several of my friends were sending me texts to make sure I was OK. I immediately called my sitter in Boston to make sure the kids were home and that everything was OK and handed my phone to my father. I could not deal with what was going on in Boston while I was so far away.
The next day we left for Boston and it was so nice to finally be home. I gave the boys an extra big hug and did my best to keep the TV turned off. I was already feeling anxious about my trip to the ER.
The week of the bombings was very stressful for all of us here in Boston. Many of the streets were blocked off and guarded with military personnel, police officers and media trucks lined the streets with reporters from all over the world.
Throughout the week, I was having episodes where I would feel like I was very close to fainting and spent a lot of time laying down with my legs up. Then the nausea started and I eventually started vomitting on Friday night which lasted through most of the night. An hour after Suspect #2 was checked into the ER, I arrived. As soon as the cab pulled up, I noticed several police cars, FBI agents, SWAT, and several other uniformed officers. I knew that it was going to be an interesting night. I was wheeled right past the 19 year old boy responsible for the bombings. He was surrounded by doctors and police officers. It was kind of nice to have a distraction that night.
Two nights later, I was discharged. My doctors suspect that my port is sitting on a vagal nerve which is causing all of my problems and they think that it should be taken out. I’m making arrangements this week.
I felt as though this was my last resort to getting well so I’m struggling with how to end this post. I am disappointed. Embarrassed. Sad.
I want to be able to encourage all of you to continue fighting. To spread awareness. To stay positive and strong.
I hope that you can continue to do that. I’m going to take a break from blogging. My attempts to be Lyme free have caused so much turmoil. I’ve become the annoying sick girl. I think it’s time to let someone else drive this bus.
Thank you to all of you who have sent me emails, text messages, tweets this past week. Your support means so much to me.
xo,
Brandi
