So, I haven’t really posted in a while, but some crazy stuff has been going on. Saturday morning I woke up and my lips were a little blue. The day before I had really been struggling to breathe and function. The blue lips were like the last straw, so I huffed and puffed my way to the ER.

Apon arrival to the ER my dad went to park the car and I squatted down outside with my oxygen tank. A woman came out and wouldn’t let me stay to wait for my dad. She said she had a room ready for me and my doctor had called the ER so they knew who I was and everything. They took me back, and apparently I had “nasal flaring,” which basically means I was really struggling to breathe. I got to my ER room and they went to work on me.

Soon after, I started crying because my chest was hurting so badly, and no matter what I did I couldn’t make it feel better and couldn’t catch my breath. They gave me a Percocet and hoped for the best. They hooked me up to a continuous low dose of Albuterol to try and ease the struggle. It really didn’t do much.

Normally I access my own MediPort (it’s like an IV but it’s a central line, so it goes straight to my heart, and it is surgically placed), but I was so tired and out of breath I let the nurse do it. Luckily, she hit it right on the first try. To access it you stick a needle in my chest, into a little ball under my skin. They gave me so antibiotics through it and some fluids.

After some debate between the nurse and the people at my hospital they decided that they needed to fly me in the helicopter to their ICU. My dad left to go to my house and pack up some clothes for me, and then went on his way to the hospital by car. An hour and a half later it was my turn, and they packed me into the helicopter with two very nice ladies. Throughout the flight my blood pressure, pulse, oxygen levels and temperature were taken. I was also hooked up to a bi-pap the whole time, and one woman administered a few doses of Fentanyl and a dose of Benadryl. An hour and 15 minutes later we had arrived, and I was crying from the chest pain.

They got me to an ICU room and my dad walked in about 5 minutes later. It was a crazy day, with a crazy story. I’m back in the hospital my friends, wish me luck everybody!