I'm feel like things are trying to spiral out of control on me!
I went to bed one night in Feb 2000 and was so far as I knew healthy. I woke up the next morning short of breath. It's been a downhill slide from there! Here I am 16 1/2 yrs later. I'm on 6L of oxygen at rest and 8-10L on exertion. Not only can NO ONE figure out what's wrong with me, but they don't even know why I need the oxygen. In all the years, there have been over 30 hospitalizations with multiple intubations after I've gone into respiratory failure and I have been told on as many as 3 occasions that I ALMOST died! AND YET . . . EVERY SINGLE TIME I have to go through a psychiatric evaluation to determine to SOMEONE'S satisfaction that there is no psychosomatic componant. EVERY TIME! They always tell ME that I'm fine that it's not psychosomatic, and yet no one will let it go! It's truly putting my health at risk. I don't suffer from anxiety, I have no fear of dying. I'm in the hospital for God sake. That's the best place to be to be taken care of. I may be physically MISERABLE, but they'll do what they can to take care of me. So I try not to focus on not being able to breath and have developed excellent coping skills to attempt to stave off the normal anxiety. I almost NEVER feel anxious. At least not because of my breathing. I do get a liitle worried when I feel like I'm not being taken seriously though and I'm concerned about the additional health problems that may be being added to my current problems from the stress my body suffers from not being properly treated at times.
Perfect example is what I've just been through. I hadn't been feeling well, like at my base line. So I checked with my doctors schedule to see what his upcoming availability was like. That was June 6th. He had ONE appt on Tues. the 7th and then NOTHING for two weeks. That meant he was most likely going to be out of town and if I did have a problem and have to go to the hospital, there would be NO ONE around that knew me. Where ever I went they'd call his practice which is quite large and get whomever was on call to look into my records and the wouldn't find anything helpful because, well, NO ONE can figure out what's going on! So I decided I'd better take the appt with him the next morning the 7th. I drove the hour to his office and got 5 min out I drove through and area where I could smell fresh cut grass. I knew in SECONDS that I was in trouble. Normally it doesn't bother me. But if I'm below my baseline functioning everything seems to bother me. My airway becomes very twichy. I got to his office, and within 45 min I was in an ambulance going to the ED. I spent 2 hours in the ED and was then admitted in CRITICAL CONDITION to the Medical ICU. Within 30 min I was intubated due to respiratoty failure. I spent two days on the ventilator while my body tried to reset itself. On Sunday the 12th I was transferred to the regular floor, where on Monday I had another flair up. It was totally predictable. But there were some issues, and as a result I didn't get the treatment that I should have when I should have. I was supposed to have an inhaler to use, but it hadn't come up from the pharmacy, by the time I got it I was unable to use it. By the time I got a nebulizer it had been an hour without treatment. I went unresponsive so they called the rapid response team, a highly trained specialized group of doctors, nurses, respiratory thearapists etc that respond to emergent situations through out the hospital as needed. By then it had been almost two hours since it had started. IN TWO HOURS NO ONE PICKED UP A STETHASCOPE TO LISTEN TO MY LUNGS!!! NO ONE! When rapid response got there, they listened and said I was moving almost NO AIR . But I was moving JUST ENOUGH to have the gas exchange happen which aloud my body to keep my O2 sats above 90%, the acceptable range. Never mind that my VERY normal blood pressure of 90/60 SORED to 206/77 because I was working so hard to breath! But NO! I don't have a problem!!!! I test NEGATIVE FOR EVERYTHING!!! I might have MILD asthma, but supposedly NOTHING that would cause me this much trouble! I have been tested for SO MANY THINGS!!! Always, NEGATIVE, NEGATIVE, NEGATIVE!!! I was sent home on June 15th. I'm still so far from baseline that I can't even bathe myself yet! It's really to the point where it's ridiculious!
I can't stand it anymore. Part of me, and PLEASE DO NOT READ INTO THIS WHAT IS NOT THERE!!!, but part of me almost wishes that I would just die from it and we'd all be done with it. But THAT'S NOT what I WANT! But the stress on my body is really beginning to take it's toll. My family is just beside themselves with concern and not knowing what to think.
AlLL I want is to be given palluatuve care! We often only think of palliative care as being for the dying. But that's not true. Not anymore. I have a chronic illness of some kind. I DO NOT CARE IF THEY GIVE ME A DIAGNOSIS! I just don't. All I want them to do is when I show up keep me as comfortable and safe and they can in order to assist me to returning back to my baseline as possible and help me maintain as high a standard as living as I can. THEY DON'T HAVE TO FIX IT!!! BECAUSE THEY CAN'T! If something new crops up, like the acute eposodic heart failure that I've had. Treat it. Fine. But I'm so sick of because a doctor isn't taught to be comfortable with saying "I don't KNOW!" Then its ME that there must be some HIDDEN SECRET problem with or something! I'm beginning to FEEL like I SOUND psychotic when I talk to them about it! They asked me in the ED if I wanted to be intubated. IT'S A SIMPLE QUESTION! ONE I WAS AFRAID TO ANSWER BECAUSE I WAS AFRAID IT WAS A TRICK QUESTION! I WAS IN FREAKING RESPIRATORY FAILURE!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME!?!? I feel like they are CREATING a psych problem, or that they certainly will if they don't leave me the hell alone with this crap.
PLEASE!?!? Tell me I'm not sounding as off the wall as I feel like I do! I'm feeling like I'm FAST running out of rope!
Feel FREE to ask what ever questions you want! Please be honest with me and give me your thoughts. I don't have to like them! I just want to know what other people think about this! Just be kind, gentle, and loving in your approach, because I'm REALLY feeling like I've just been beaten by the local mob! I really just don't know how much more of this that I can take. I have done EVERYTHING that has been asked of me. I am a VERY compliant patient. I don't doctor hop looking for someone to tell me what I WANT to hear! I would LOVE to be well! I would LOVE to join the human race again! I just someone to take me seriously and believe me without having that DAMNED QUESTION MARK hanging off the side of their head!
Please guys. Something. ANYTHING!