The strength to face another day
By Emma Palova
Lowell, MI- I had to take a break from writing my own EW Emma’s Writings blog because I was working on a client brand new podcast website Americas Community Voices Network from Tampa, Florida.
The ambitious project was plagued by everything possible you could think of: from novelty of the British Podcast Websites, still under development and changing, to Hurricane Matthew and sicknesses on both sides, the clients’ and my own.
When I finished the podcast website last Friday around 2 p.m., I was totally drained, exhausted and dehydrated. My energy level was zero. I could hardly stand up from the computer. I was shaking with cold and my hands were sweating.
When my husband Ludek came home from work, my head started to spin. He started disappearing in front of me and instead I saw a dark tunnel encircled by a wreath of stars, kind of like the European Union logo. Then I passed out with my body shaking. My husband thought I was having a stroke.
I woke up in the ambulance close to the Metro Health Emergency Center in Grand Rapids on a Friday evening. All the emergency personnel kept asking me for my name. I knew who I was. But, I didn’t understand what was going on.
“Emma Palova,” I responded.
The emergency staff put at least 50 MediTrace electrodes on me and connected me to the EKG equipment. I was still finding electrodes on me three days later.
“We’re going to pump some liquids into you,” said the technician. “What are you in for?”
And they got the bag of IV going into my veins.
After a C-scan of the brain, x-rays and blood work, they rendered different diagnosis such as vasovagal syncope or neurocardiogenic syncope, fainting due to extreme emotional distress. That is a definition according to Mayo Clinic. And other stuff, that I may or may not write about later.
The emergency doctor prescribed me Oxazepam to get me rid of anxiety and for sleep, so I could finally sleep after weeks of sleepless nights.
Insomnia has been troubling me ever since I can remember.
Five hours later, I got home scared, still exhausted, but relatively alright. I dropped into the bed thankful to my husband Ludek for his fast reaction.
Now, I am recovering from the shock of what had happened. There is a long road ahead of me, but I will not be walking it alone.
Big and brave, Ludek has always been by my side. He never wavered, he never flinched. Just like God.
Thank you for saving me.
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Reblogged this on ehealthwellness and commented:
One week ago I was whisked away in an ambulance to Metro Health Emergency Center. My husband Ludek thought I was having a stroke.
I passed out with tunnel vision encircled by a wreath of stars.
“What’s your name?” the emergency personnel kept asking me.
I knew my name, I just didn’t know what was going on.