I ended up in the emergency room last night in adrenal crisis. I apparently just have a virus, although they are doing cultures. I was in bad shape when I got there- heart racing, blood pressure high, fading in and out. I was dehydrated, coughing, head pounding, and just plain in trouble. This is all so new for me, it is going to take me a while to adjust. They pushed a high dose of steroids and some other meds, and took a million tests and cultures. I have itty bitty veins, and so I had a hell of a time with them starting an IV. I also had to have blood drawn from my inner wrist, which is in the top five spots of painful blood draws. They were looking at my ankles, so I was lucky (I might be wrong, but I think ankles are #1). I can't believe how much better I felt when I left.
I have an antibiotic, mainly from being in the hospital, since I am now immune compromised. I also have to take a double dose of my dexamethasone for the next five days.
The good news is that I found a hospital I like. We have an ER only a 1/2 mile away, so we have always just gone there. Long wait times, disorganization, poor care- sigh. Last night I went to another new hospital about 6 miles away. It was great- efficient, sympathetic and caring. Even though I had to wait about 5 minutes for a room to open up, they had a nurse keeping an eye on me. The clincher is that they still have parts under construction, and last night they had no running water. The ease with which they handled that was amazing. The staff was busy and running, but you got the impression they liked their jobs. I am never going back to the closer one again.
This is good, because I am getting the impression that until I learn to manage this, I might be seeing the inside of a lot of ERs.
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