I’m glad you don’t recall much about that ER
visit other than a few moments. I’ll do my best to fill in some of the blanks. I
had been in contact with both your primary care physician and endocrinologist. They
BOTH instructed me to wait (my blood is boiling now recalling the
conversations) to see if you could keep your morning meds in. If you couldn’t
keep the meds down THEN I was supposed to take you to the ER & request
saline with cortisol. So, that’s mostly what I did, except I didn’t wait for
your morning meds. I took you when your vomiting was about 6 minutes apart. You
vomited in the car, which meant the episodes were getting closer together.
I walked you into the ER (you wouldn’t have
made it from a parking spot) sat you down, tried to tell the attendant what was
going on while getting yelled at by a security guard that I was parked in the
wrong place & had to move my car. I moved the car and ran back inside and
found you sobbing. Again, I told the attendant to call your endocrinologist or
the endocrinologist on call, and begged them to hurry up because you were about
to vomit again. I felt like I was in a scene from a movie where the character
is dead but talking to the living and no one can hear or see her. I was
talking, but no one was hearing me.
They finally began paperwork, and the rude
male nurse wouldn’t allow me to answer the questions he was barking at you. I
told him you were due to vomit. He didn’t listen and made you stand on the
scale. Then you vomited on him! I actually was sad that there wasn’t more in
your stomach to deposit on him. He then let me answer questions and took you
back to a room.
The nurse came in and complimented you on
what pretty white porcelain skin you had, stating that it was almost the color
of the sheets. Her kind compliment broke the tension and I just laughed (it was
better than crying) and told her that usually you weren’t porcelain white, but
even extremely ill, you were beautiful. She smiled (knowing that I was scared
and frustrated) and calmly stated that they were in contact with your
endocrinologist and would take very good care of you. She winked at me later
while she was commenting on the color returning to your face because we both
knew you were getting better.
At that time, we didn’t have the knowledge or
the key words “Addisonian Crisis” or “Cortisol Dependent”, and certainly had NO
idea how life threatening this was or is. Surprisingly, neither did the doctors
or the ER staff! We didn’t know that you appeared coherent but in reality, your
brain had shut down and wasn’t functioning properly.
Thankfully we lived through it and learned. NEVER
again will you vomit more than once without going to the ER and we now have medical
documentation to explain why immediate treatment is necessary.
PS: I’m still on that “tea kick” and I’m
happy that you are actually willing to try tea again. ;-)
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