Saturday, October 08, 2011

Happy to Be On This Side of the Grass

Hey -- guess what? I'm still here.

That was not a given back at the end of September. I'd gone in for a routine colonoscopy -- in fact my first, baseline one recommended for we 50-year-olds. I was lightly anesthetized with Versed and Demerol, a mixture I'd been given before for oral surgery, with no ill effects.

I remember waking up woozy and uncoordinated and having to ride a wheelchair to our car. I remember eating a late lunch on our patio. I remember walking inside and lying down on the sofa. At some later point I moved to the bedroom.

Then, apparently I experienced what they call a rebound effect from the anesthesia; instead of passing out of my body the way it's supposed to, it somehow re-anesthetized me, to the point of seizure and respiratory failure. Fellow Traveler, who'd been checking on me every quarter hour, stepped into the bedroom to find me on the floor, face bloody, writhing and trying to cry for help. Yup; I almost bought the farm that night, while the local first responders and ER staff worked on me.

I'm not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed that, during this medical crisis, I didn't see Jesus or my dead relatives; I wasn't encouraged to walk toward the light; I just woke up in ICU, stuck with tubes and sensors, being coaxed into eating a really bad omelet.

I came home for a week of marginal functionality -- I was on bedrest, which wasn't difficult for me because my head felt as if it were stuffed with a heavy bolt of wool, and I was having a hard time with eyestrain and sudden changes in light and dark. I also discovered that, during my seizure, I'd broken a molar, my notorious "weather tooth." But my biggest problem was fear: fear of going to sleep and not waking up; fear of sleeping alone.

Then, just as the fog was starting to lift and I was tentatively puttering around the house in gentle activity -- I came down with a bad upper respiratory infection, one that knocked me back into bed for another week.

All of which is to say, it's been an interesting couple of weeks. And I'm on a fairly short leash for the next six weeks. Oh -- and Michigan law mandates that, since I seizured, I can't drive for six months. (How advantageous that most of my six months will be during the time of year that I hate driving the most.)

But as FT's uncle used to say, any day on this side of the grass is a good day. Right now FT is at the antique store where we keep a booth; I'm taking a break from some very low-key laundering and dusting, watching the honeybees on our new mums and asters. My head and eyes are still "heavy," but they're getting better.


Brenda W. said...

Gosh LC, glad you're "on this side of the grass" (LOL .. **WHAT** an expression!) What a harrowing experience for you (and FT!). A good reminder that there is nothing really ever "routine" in medical care.

I've missed your blog posts, and am glad you re-emerged here to the blogosphere!

Mark said...

Yowza! I'm so glad you're still with us. Glad that FT is there to watch over you.

PS (PSanafter-thought) said...

I've been following you on FB, of course, but away for a few days, so I'm happy to get a positive update.

DH is with a church group in Guatemala, so I don't know if I'll do too much computer while he is gone, or try some other direction. Too much computer today.

Birgit Kleymann aka Desert Daughter said...

Very glad to hear that you did not buy the farm. It would have been quite a loss. Both your blog and your comments on Ship of Fools are excellent.

Anonymous said...

How frightening that must be for you! I'm saying prayers for your health.

Beth said...

Praise be to God!!! I was just noticing nothing had been posted on the Hope in Rhodes des blog for a while, then I put two and two together that I hadn't seen you no Beliefnet either :synopsis: SOSDD. I was going to ask ver there whether any one lese had seen you but tough I'd better check in here first. I am glad you're around.

stinuksuk said...

Glad you didn't buy the farm and are still with us. Prayers are with you and hope the sleep clinic experience results in some benefit for you. We are blessed to hear your voice. What a scary thing to have happen. I rejoice with you and may your days be long and full among us.