I got a blood clot in my lungs and a clot in one of my legs. I do remember the pain in my chest was excruciating. I also remember one of my doctors getting pissed because the order for the pain killer wasn’t being filled quick enough. They gave me the pain killer and they figured the pain killer would make me sick, so they decided to give me another dose of Phenergan. They also figured they would find out if the Phenergan was what gave me the agitated reaction.
Oh it was, but this time the reaction was so much worse. I tried to pull out all of the lines and needles in me. I thrashed, I cursed… I probably was beyond an agitated state. I was restrained and all of the nurses, doctors left, I guess they didn’t want to deal with the madness that they helped create. My husband stayed with me, I bit him a few times. This lasted for 2 hours, and I am happy I don’t remember any of this.
You know how in those zombie movies how there is always at least on zombie that they tie up and yet it fights and still tries to bite, that’s what I imagine myself to look like.
In all seriousness, I just want to thank everyone who had to deal with me at this time. Oh geeze, I am pretty sure I would have done the same thing. I would have actually slapped myself also, I am not a raging dick.