Yeah, so how is that for a post title? I’m not going to go into too many of the ugly details but let’s see if I can give you some sort of idea what happened.
So, if you have been following my blog you may have read about the pulled calf muscle in my left leg. Guess what? Not a pulled calf muscle, not at all. My leg had been bothering me off and on since about mid-June. Sometimes it would be ok, sometimes it would hurt so much it made me cry. But I kept thinking I was not giving myself enough time to heal. Boy was I wrong. I had an ultrasound in July to rule out the possibility of a blood clot and the test came back clear (unfortunately).
As August came in I went to the IDS Project Conference in Oswego, NY and had one hell of a time driving home because my leg was hurting again. I thought it was because I had been doing so much walking at the conference andthe muscles in my leg were punishing me for it. Little did I know, I was flirting with something far worse. The day after I got home I went for my tonsillectomy, which I have already written about here. At the end of that recovery I went into New York City for a meeting, that was August 21st. My throat was fine, my leg wasn’t great, but I had to go. The city was sweltering that day and I was ducking in and out of shops to take advantage of the air conditioning. Got to my meeting on time, and then as I as leaving I suddenly became very out of breath. I explained it away as the heat, stress, and adrenaline from trying to stay focused at the meeting (yeah . . . it was none of that). Before getting on the train home I did some shopping at Borders, Staples and a bakery in Penn Station. When I got home I got a take out pizza and crashed on the couch, thinking I was just really exhausted.
The next day, Aug. 22nd, my sweetie and I met my brother and his family at the Bronx Zoo. It was a humid day with a lot of walking and my leg was again crying by the time we got in the car to go home. I thought, two days of walking after being off of it for about two weeks was making me pay. We went out to dinner that night to celebrate our engagement (yes, we got engaged folks). Sunday was a quiet day at home but I found even walking across the room to open the window was getting me out of breath. Strange, I couldn’t understand why I was so winded.
August 24th was my first day back to work. I was happy to go and very ready to get back on track. When I got to work it tookme about forty minutes to walk from my car to the library because I was so out of breath. I had to stop five times to calm down andcatch my breath. Finally got in and parked my butt at my desk, talked to folks who stopped by to welcome me back and see how I was doing, andthen went to a Reference meeting that lasted from 10:30 to 12. It was good to be back at work, but this being out of breath thing was surreal. I actually had to have a colleague get me a sandwich because I could not walk the short distance for myself. In the afternoon I just worked on catching up on the ILL backlog, unpacking materials and getting some requests put through. Then, about 3:30, my left arm went all numb andtingly (this was the second time this had happened, it had also happened on Aug. 13th). I shared this information with some of my colleagues and they thought I should call someone ASAP. So, I called my doctor andwaited for her to call me back. That was a very long ten minute wait, but I was hoping she would say I was fine. When I got on the phone with her and described my symptoms she told me I needed to go to an ER, not a clinic, an ER at a hospital, and I shouldn’t drive myself. My reaction was pretty much, HOLY SHIT! And of course started crying. Thankfully, some of my colleagues (and they know who they are) helped me out. One offered to drive me to Greenwich Hospital and the other made sure I got out the library the easiest way possible.
At the hospital ER we pulled up to valet parking (yes, valet parking folks) and was pretty much taken right away. The ER doctor I saw initially thought I just had anxiety, as I have a history of it, but decided to do a CAT scan of my chest anyway, since I was having trouble breathing. The CAT scan was my ticket to admission. I had very large blood clots in both lungs, pulmonary embolism is the technical phrase. I was taken to the telemetry ward, which is basically a step down from the ICU. Honestly, I did not know how bad my condition was, and that was probably good or I would have freaked out. I spent the next three and a half days “tied” to the wall while they monitored my heart, oxygen levels, and kept me on oxygen. They wouldn’t even let me out of bed! I won’t trouble you with the details of that. But suffice it to say you lose all your dignity when you are confined to a hospital bed. And boy was my hair in need of a good washing!
The Friday after I was admitted they, thankfully, moved me to a regular floor andlucky me got a private room. I say thankfully because they had put a dying woman in the bed next to me late Thursday night. By the time they moved me the room was filled with her family members and I only had a curtain separating me from all that drama. Then, I spent about another three and a half days on the regular floor before I was allowed to go home. Basically, they needed to make sure that no more clots were going to move, my heart rate and oxygen levels were ok, and I had enough anticoagulant drugs in me to prevent any more clots. The final verdict, I had DVT(deep vein thrombosis) in my left leg. THAT was what all the pain was, it had nothing to do with my muscles. And some of that had gone to my lungs. My condition was very serious, I’m just lucky that, despite my delayed diagnosis, it didn’t get any worse than it did. Such problems can kill, I am one of the survivors. Actually, one of my nurses (andlet me say they were all AWESOME) mentioned that there was recently a girl in the ICU at Greenwich withthe same problem but she had had a stroke. I was sent home on Monday, August 31st, with a prescription for Coumadin and a charge to see my doctor on Wednesday.
So, now I am recovering at home and hoping to go back to work on Sept. 7th, maybe for some half days. And my sweetie is recovering too. He says he is fine, but he spent seven days driving back and forth from his work and our apartment in NJ to the Greenwich Hospital. The whole ordeal had taken a lot out of both of us. But it is wonderful to have someone there for you everyday when you are stuck in the hospital. My parents were there for several days too and both my brothers each made a visit. So, I certainly was not in need of company. It also helped to focus on our engagement instead of the fact that I was stuck in the hospital.
So, what caused all this? Good question. There were probably several factors. Long trips can cause such problems, but I had not been on any significantly long trips recently to say that was what caused the problem. The one thing my doctors andI think was probably the biggest contributing factor was birth control pills. Yes, we have all heard the warnings on the TV ads, but of course you never think it will happen to you. Well, it may not, but it happened to me and I hope that for some girls it will maybe make them stop and pause for a moment and maybe make a more educated decision about taking them. I am not advocating against or for them, they were great for me for many many years, but making sure they really are the right choice for you should not be taken lightly. I am off them now and will not go back to taking them. My doctor and I will also be checking to make sure I don’t have any genetic predisposition for blood clots. I will have to be on Coumadin for at least six months and have my blood tested regularly to make sure my PT/INR levels are ok (should be between 2 and3, right now it is about 2.2). While I am on it can bruise easily, if I get a cut it will bleed longer, if I hit my head or are in any kind of accident, I will have to go to the ER to get checked out. As for the clots, my body should get rid of them with time, it takes a while. And, I cannot get pregnant during this time because the drug can cause serious birth defects. Yeah, all a bit of a downer, but I’m out of the hospital, I’m alive, and I’m looking forward to a lot. I am thankful and lucky I have a future to look forward to.
Andthat future includes, beyond being the Coumadin poster child, getting back to work at the library, planning a wedding, and much more. Not sure how I’m going to do it, I guess just one day at a time. So, enough drama here. Hopefully I can get back to posting about more mundane library-related things soon. Meanwhile I will go back to trying to remove more of the adhesive residue from all the stuff stuck to me while I was in the hospital. Ick.
Oh, I just want to say, Greenwich Hospital is absolutely lovely. The doctors and nurses are great and the facilities themselves are to die for, better than some hotels I have seen.