So, I don’t often talk about it because it’s just upsetting, but the month I spent in the hospital after the stroke was kinda horrific.
I’ll start by reiterating that I have panic disorder with agoraphobia. I’ve gotten better lately, but better means that aside from my therapist, I might go a month without leaving my home.
Also, I have a particular aversion to hospitals and medical procedures ever since I spent a few weeks in one as a child.
So, after the stroke, I developed a sore from laying in bed that got infected and required routine surgery to correct. But I had a bad reaction to the anesthesia.
They had to put in an ng tube (a tube that goes from your nostril to your stomach) and couldn’t give me food or water by mouth. All my nutrition and hydration was through an IV.
Of course, they had trouble explaining all this to someone with a fresh brain injury. I got combative and tried repeatedly to leave (a sight I’d pay to see, given that I couldn’t walk at the time). They responded by sedating and restraining me, which only made me more combative in my lucid moments, creating a loop that was only broken a few weeks later when I could have food and water again which gave them a bargaining chip.
Keep in mind that I have PTSD, and one of my biggest triggers is being prevented from leaving an uncomfortable situation. It’s a guaranteed panic attack.
I wish there was some satisfying end to the story, but there isn’t. I just went home, and am still trying to deal with the trauma of the situation.
I’m a little better equipped nowadays, but this was a big one.