Yesterday was a terrifying day for me. I've been home for two weeks after the surgery. I hadn't received the okay to drive from my surgeon. I didn't even know if it was all right for me to drive. I received a message from both my son and grandson asking if I could pick my granddaughter up from school. My son asked this because I had an appointment with my doctor's physician's assistant. I really needed the clearance from my other surgeon. So, needless to say, I said I would try to pick her up.
It felt good to be back behind the wheel of a car. I wasn't using any prescription drugs, and I felt pretty good. My only concern was my reaction time, since I'm not 100% healed. I was surprised the traffic wasn't heavy, and I was able to park under the solar panels for additional shade. Thank God, the weather was not extremely hot, and everything went well. We were on the road again and made it home safely. I was actually feeling pretty good until after dinner. I told my granddaughter it was going to be a fend-for-yourself night. My husband was working late, and we had plenty of leftovers.
I don't even know why I chose to eat. I wasn't even hungry, plus I snacked on a couple of things just before dinner. I had decided to eat my leftover burrito from this morning. Added some salsa and began to consume my burrito. Instantly, I noticed I was breaking out in some huge welts. I told my granddaughter I thought I was having an allergic reaction to something I had eaten. I suddenly began to feel horrible. I felt bloated and restless. I didn't know what to do. My brilliant idea was to go for a walk, hoping it would help.
We walked down the street and rounded the corner. The weather was finally nice with a small breeze. I could already tell something was wrong, but I continued to push forward. As we walked further, I began to feel extremely cold, but I didn't want to quit. My doctor wanted me to walk a mile every day. We walked further, and I began to become very concerned. I wasn't sure if I was able to make it home.
I felt extremely weak to the point of asking my granddaughter to carry my cell phone. I was continuing to get worse. I know, I'm so stubborn and could have turned around at that point. Nope, determined to make it on my own, I continued. I did have my granddaughter call my husband. He was on his way home from work. I just didn't know how far away he was. He told my granddaughter to find a place to sit and rest. We made it around another corner and found a fence to rest against. My body had begun shaking, and I was freezing cold. Nothing could stop the coldness encompassing my body. I couldn't wait any longer and had to make it home. When we were close to the house, I had my granddaughter run and open the door. When I entered the house, I sat in my recliner and had her get my blanket. I was so cold and shivering. I didn't even know what was happening to my body. My granddaughter kept looking out the door to see when my husband would be home.
My husband finally arrived home. I was trying to explain to him what happened and what I was feeling. My granddaughter went and got a heavier blanket, and my husband gave me a muscle relaxer, hoping this would relieve my chills and the pain in my back. He also put on a television show to help distract my mind from what was happening. The medication began to take effect, and I was in and out of consciousness.
I'm not exactly sure what happened to me. I thought perhaps it was a heart attack, but I didn't have the symptoms of a heart attack. My granddaughter and son were sick, so I could have been exposed to their sickness. All I heard was "I'm not sick." Another possibility is an allergic reaction to whatever I ate.
My husband also thought I might need to go to the hospital. One thing is for sure: we were all concerned. My husband believes I just pushed myself too hard. This all happened the day before I was to have brunch with my mom to celebrate her birthday. Fortunately, she came to pick me up because I was still kind of out of it. It took some time for the muscle relaxer to work its way out of my body. I didn't have to worry about picking my granddaughter up from school because it was Friday and her dad would pick her up for the weekend.
Again, God has walked with me through this process. I am grateful for my granddaughter and husband; they have been here to support me through this process. I'm not sure why God has been with us, but I'm hoping my granddaughter will look back and see how God has been with us every step of the way.
Scarlett
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