Post your most terrifying moment from one point in your life!
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I almost died. Miscarriage gone wrong. It wasn’t my first and it wasn’t the last. The 1st day was fine. The 2nd was more painful than I expected. The 3rd day was so bad I could barely move or speak. I called the doc and was told to take ibuprofen and implied I was weak bc it wasn’t that bad. I didn’t bother to call again. The fourth day I started passing out every minute or two. It was weird because I’d never passed out before. I always thought passing out was abrupt or noticeable. It’s not. Or at least it wasn’t for me. It felt like I blinked. I was already in bed so if my husband hadn’t told me I probably would never have know. I finally agreed to go to the hospital around 4am and let me tell ya. Putting on and tying my shoes was the absolute hardest thing I’ve ever done. On the way to the ER I started thinking about how I was going to die and telling my husband everything I thought I needed to. I don’t even remember what all I said. But I remember the way the moon looked. The way the air smelled and the cold feeling of it brushing across my skin. The pain came in waves over and over and I thought I wouldn’t make it. Then I panicked bc I was sure the blood was going to stain the car seats and I remember thinking that I didn’t want to leave that mess for my husband to clean after I was gone. When we got to the empty ER, they ignored me for 20-30min and when they finally took me back I was falling trying to walk but they still made me weigh and do the temperature (pre-covid) and blood pressure check. At this point I was so cold I was shaking. I couldn’t understand the questions they were asking and just kept repeating why I was there. I couldn’t see straight and suddenly the panic was gone. I just didn’t care. When I finally got to an exam room, changed clothes, and got onto the table it was another 3 hours before the nurse came in. More stupid questions. At that point I couldn’t even hear anyone. Just blurry people’s mouths moving. I wasn’t scared anymore. The pain just came and went over and over. Another 2 hours and the doc comes in. It’s almost 10am. Finally the exam. Then the great fix. Not pleasant but the pain slowly dulled. Then we left. On the way home my husband kept asking why I didn’t speak or even react when he was yelling at them but I remember none of it. I was given paperwork that said I essentially was in fake labor for 4 days and the doc said any longer and I would’ve died from hemorrhaging. The blood gushing out of me ruined the doc’s shoes and socks. I heard it hit the floor. Sounded like someone threw a 10 gallon bucket of liquid at a wall. They wanted me to stay but I didn’t have insurance. Now, I’m a complete mess at the smallest cramp because I can’t forget. I have anxiety about periods and when I see blood I sometimes have a panic attack. Every month. For 5 days. Until I’m old.
I'm so sorry! I'm glad you're doing a little bit better though! *virtual hugs* 😊
