I will tell you about my trip to the ER.

The high points less than 12 hours after the event:

Anti depressant withdrawal…introducing 10 mg of citalapram into my system to ease the cymbalta withdrawal.

A liquid only diet for 3 days to treat diverticulitis.

Introducing one 500 mg of the antibiotic Cipro

Introducing various other herbal suppplements and essential oils to assist with withdrawal.

Copious amounts of sugar in juices.  These are probably not copious amounts to sugar addicts but to someone who has been off sugar for the better part of 2 years….ya

What happened:

Oh darn I wish  I could remember the technical name but I passed out, copious amounts of sweating, while laying on the floor, vomited many, many times into Frannies bowl which was handy.  vomited is probably too nice a word.  I f-Ing dry heaved into frannies bowl because there was nothing in my stomach.  Everything.  I mean everything was in slow motion.  I was incapable of staying present as I would float away, I was reminded innumerable times to breath in and out in the ambulance….I didn’t even feel the large stick they inserted in my vein for anti nausea medication.  When the severe panic attacks hit, it was only HIM who sat by me in the emergency room keeping me focused on my breathing, bringing me back again and again from total freak outs.  Finally the saline  going into my arm brought me around.  I felt liquid in my dry parched throat, my sinus started to flow and I came back to life.

Through it all, I decided I am even more determined to beat this monster!  Oh and by the way, headed back to Des Moines tomorrow for more views on my mammogram.  Over the last 5 years, this will be the third time I’ve been called back for MORE VIEWS!!!!  

It’s important to recognize that I have been able to bring my 30 year habit of cursing as a dispatcher back to my vocabulary!

Until next time…..