Code Blue

Towards the beginning of the last two weeks, things really started to progress. Although my platelets are not 'producing' the way we want them to, physical therapy and the thought of starting online school were helping me. Though I was sore and a little tired from the therapy things looked positive and challenging. I had some plans to even get out of the house to go to mass and catch a movie. Things of course always do not go as planned in this process as I have come to realize for what feels like the millionth time.

I went to clinic for an infusion of IVIG(a synthetic drug that helps boost immunity). A relatively normal but long day barring no stupid complications. The day went well with just one high blood pressure but nothing to worry about. I come in the next day for the same infusion and some platelets. Of course, the first blood pressure of the day is pretty high so the doctor gives me a pill to lower it, no big deal. An hour goes by and its time to check my BP again which has now dropped to a scary low number and before I know it, I am being pumped with fluids to raise the pressure. No change: so the words Code Blue were exclaimed and what seemed like the whole hospital was gathered in or around my room(The actual number was between 20 and 30). As this proceeded I was able to remain calm which made by dad able to remain calm which at that point was all that mattered to me. I was rushed to the E.R. after the lack of my BP raising. I had been demoted to an entourage of five or six people including my dad. After a half an hour or so in the emergency room, I was moved to a room in the ICU, where I would be spending the majority of my two and a half day stay. A stay that included another BP incident(High BP in the morning, take THE SAME PILL, low BP, then lots of fluids and then a return to normal) that was not of the same caliber. A stay that included the start of blood sugar draws and insulin shots. A stay that put me in a bed for 60 hours and took away what felt like all progress from physical therapy.

I realized once I made it home that the journey I am on is not going to be a simple routine. I realized each day will require a new effort, some easy and most not. It became very clear that the road that I am on will have more obstacles and that it will soon be over and back to being normal. I know that most importantly through God, Family and Friends, I will win this fight.