My trip to the ER, (Part 2)

When I got to the ER, the irregular heart rhythm had stopped but my blood pressure was very high.

Impressively high. Higher than I have ever seen in real life.

I am an overachiever. 🙂

My question was: Why was it so high?

I was questioned and johnny’d and hooked up to monitors and IV’d and tested by the staff and hours (many, many hours) later, we had a potential answer:

Electrolyte imbalance: low potassium level.

Whew! Now that the cause was known, it could be corrected and I would be fine, right?

I was given potassium 40 mEq to take in the ER to begin to correct the imbalance. Potassium 40 mEq was delivered as two giant 20 mEq pills. I have given them to others many times but this was the first time I had to choke them down myself. The pill starts to dissolve almost as soon as you put it in your mouth, and forms a chalky mass that is no fun at all to try to swallow. At one point I had to decide whether to keep trying to get it to go down or try to regurgitate it and start over. There was a second round of this to take after I got home, but the nurse asked (thank you, thank you) for it to be dispensed as four coated 10mEq tablets (which turned out to be infinitely easier to swallow). Keep reading

My trip to the ER

I see almost never go to the doctor or to the hospital.

Until I last month, when I suddenly did.

I had been asleep for a few hours when I awoke with a pounding heart. It was a uncomfortable, but I wasn’t too worried.

At first.

I got up and went into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly so as not to wake up my husband. I put the light on and waited in vain for it to stop. The pounding continued, twice as fast as my heart should be beating. I took some deep breaths, trying to be calm, still waiting for it to stop.

It didn’t.

Eventually, I realized that I needed help. I woke up my husband.

The last time I had to wake my husband up in the middle of the night to take me to the hospital was when I was pregnant with my second child and my water broke. This occasion wasn’t anything as great as that, but my husband was every bit as heroic. Keep reading