I became extremely ill – my kidneys were failing, my lupus was extremely active, and I had c. diff.
Oh, and my blood levels were wonky.
I was in the hospital for 12 days, and had doctors and nurses in and out of my room at all hours. I had a couple transfusions, had multiple antibiotics (first were iv before they figured out what was wrong, then oral), and was just a mess.
I’m so thankful to be alive.
First day in, no real idea what was wrong, so I was wearing a mask because we knew that my white blood count was shit.
A week in I wasn’t allowed anything but clear liquids and jello.
One week in – completely miserable.
11 days in, the day before I went home. I felt even worse than I looked. (To make it even worse, it was my daughter’s 12th birthday and I didn’t get to see her other than over video chat because of how sick I was!)
The transfusions that let me go home… also potassium. (And I had had my oral antibiotics by this time.)
I gained a friend somewhere the last couple days of the hospital stay. No idea when, it just appeared, and I was confused and not thinking clearly about it. I can’t remember much about parts of my stay and that’s one of them.