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First off, I'm fine.
I called 911 for the first time today. I woke up at 7 am with some difficulty breathing and my heart rate going faster than I could count; I almost couldn't differentiate between them. I panicked (as one would do in this situation) and thought I might be having an aortic dissection, so I asked Paris to call 911 for me.
The paramedics were incredibly nice and helpful, and stayed with me until I could decide whether to go with them to the E.R. or not. After some talking it over with them (I wasn't feeling any pain, and my symptoms were improving while talking to them), I decided to stay here and not get a ride to the E.R.
I've felt relatively fine the rest of the day, besides being completely wiped out. I don't think I've ever been that scared in my life before.
On a more positive note, I have an appointment next Monday for a follow-up CT scan, which is what they will use to make the implant for my surgery. If all goes well, after the scan there's only 4 weeks or so until I can go over there for surgery.
I've been put on some anti anxiety medications for the past two weeks, and the results are mixed. The as needed one works well, and calms me down and keeps me there, but I haven't really felt any effect from the once a day one I'm taking yet. I was told it can take up to 4 weeks to see a result from it, so it's possible it just hasn't been long enough yet. I'm going to be talking to my doctor tomorrow about how the past two weeks with the medication has been, so we'll see what she says then about it all.
I am so looking forward to being in recovery. The guy who invented this procedure has put me in touch with a guy from Australia who had this done 3 years ago, and hearing his recovery story is heartening. He was only in the hospital for 6 days, and after a month was back to his regular day to day activities; he says now it's like he never had the surgery.
I called 911 for the first time today. I woke up at 7 am with some difficulty breathing and my heart rate going faster than I could count; I almost couldn't differentiate between them. I panicked (as one would do in this situation) and thought I might be having an aortic dissection, so I asked Paris to call 911 for me.
The paramedics were incredibly nice and helpful, and stayed with me until I could decide whether to go with them to the E.R. or not. After some talking it over with them (I wasn't feeling any pain, and my symptoms were improving while talking to them), I decided to stay here and not get a ride to the E.R.
I've felt relatively fine the rest of the day, besides being completely wiped out. I don't think I've ever been that scared in my life before.
On a more positive note, I have an appointment next Monday for a follow-up CT scan, which is what they will use to make the implant for my surgery. If all goes well, after the scan there's only 4 weeks or so until I can go over there for surgery.
I've been put on some anti anxiety medications for the past two weeks, and the results are mixed. The as needed one works well, and calms me down and keeps me there, but I haven't really felt any effect from the once a day one I'm taking yet. I was told it can take up to 4 weeks to see a result from it, so it's possible it just hasn't been long enough yet. I'm going to be talking to my doctor tomorrow about how the past two weeks with the medication has been, so we'll see what she says then about it all.
I am so looking forward to being in recovery. The guy who invented this procedure has put me in touch with a guy from Australia who had this done 3 years ago, and hearing his recovery story is heartening. He was only in the hospital for 6 days, and after a month was back to his regular day to day activities; he says now it's like he never had the surgery.