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so, my brain surgery was 2/1, still recovering. On the 13th I ended up aspirating, for those who don't know what that means I vomited and acid washed back into my lungs. I'd gotten food poisoning and aspirated when my body rejected the bad Mc' Donalds. You can bet I wont eat there again. Well my lungs filled up with so much acid my back and chest were on fire. I felt like I was dying. Turns out, I was. I went to my local ER, they told me I was faking it with out checking my O2 sats, the amount of oxygen saturation in your blood. They pumped me full of duladid, a pain killer, and sent me home. Also told me they didn't want to see me back that day. I ended up back in there coughing up enough blood to fill paper towels. They took me serious then, check my O2 which was at 89 and plummeted every time I moved or got up to use the bathroom. It got so bad I couldn't breath on my own and I was still hacking up blood. The Doctors told the people I lived with that I wasn't going to live and wanted to know if I had a proxy. I was transfered to another hospital with a pulmonologist also known as a lung specialist. He told me with how badly my lungs were burned chances are I wasn't going to live. It was scary. I was in ICU for half a week, couldn't walk on my own, took a few days until I could breath on my own. The doctors were shocked that not only was I recovering, but it was at a rapid rate. I then ended up with an atypical pneumonia due to the aspiration. I still have that and it's been flooring me. One moment I'm fine, the next I'm so drained I can't hold myself up. I can't breath, I hack up a lung, I need help walking to my room. Hence why I'm at my aunts. She's taking care of me. I'm still weak and tired. Sleeping 8-16 hour days depending on how drained I am, what medication/antibiotic I'm on, what I've done that day, how many naps I need... the list goes on. I'm healing but its a slow process. Not to mention stressful. Top it all off some people aren't making it easy. People being jerks, giving me attitudes or the cold shoulder because I can't hang out or I'm too drained that day to go out. Someday's I'm good for a few hours of hanging out. But mostly, I'm drained and in pain.
