Akathisia (16 Months of Terror )
My First Ambulance Ride
Jan 3, 2011. This was the day of my first trip for Akathisia to a hospital. I honestly thought I would died before I got there. My heart was beating so fast, my breathing was so shallow and rough. It felt like anxiety at it worst.
My so called anxiety attacks were now 24/7. They never let up. I lived in terror conviced that for once this anxiety could possible kill me. There is so very little understanding about Akathisia and at this point I had yet to even hear that diagnosis.
I don't remember why My best friend and Landlady called 911, I just remember being in a bad way. it had been nearly two weeks or more since I had eatten anything soild. I was getting by on baby food and milk, water and tea. Often I was too weak to get out of bed to get my own food. It didn't stop me from trying.
My days were spend in bed, hooked up to my CPAP machine to help me breath normally, without it I could not force myself to breathe normally. I would struggle right up until I passed out. My breathing was just to shallow with Akathisia and I would hyperventilate and pass out. I usually came to shortly after hitting the ground.
Other symptoms were not very noticeable or easy to explain. I have a bad temper period. Anyone who knows me would say my temper is in contast to the rest of my personality. Maybe, I just know I won't go off without being provoked. I mean you really have to know how to poke the bear. This wasn't the case during this time. I lost my temper over the supidiest things. I even threw a phone smashing it to bits.
Like I said I don't remember the exact why 911 was called. I had been writhing in pain crying all night. My thoughts were break and full of depair. I knew I needed help but would they listen.
I had my first dealing with my local fire department within two weeks of moving to Cordes Lakes , Arizona. My boys some how managed not only to climb up our back yard tree but get nice and stuck there. I spend over an hour trying to get them down but I needed to grow seven inches (at least) or find a ladder. It would have been funny but my youngest was only one years old. Mama was not happy with the older two.
This same fire department saved my life literally three times. The first was the most remembered. It was featured on the news and local newspaper. The same one I used to write for.
I had woke with this pain on my left side. It got worst as the day went one. I had been in and out of the shower to ease it many time. My sons then would just strip down and jump in.
I had called their dad saying I needed to go to the hospital about 1pm or so, 2 saw my sons trying to get help for their mama passed out in the shower. My youngest kept slapping my face trying to get me out of the shower, when I past out again, my two year old held my head above water level. My middle son went in search of help with his blanky as a cape. My oldest went to get his Grandparents or a phone to call for help. They found the fire station and all parties arrived about the same time. I had suffered a very large cyst bursting along my left tube.
Jan. 3, 2011
I did have history with this fire department. I should have felt perfectly safe and my anxiety reduce as soon as they got there, but it didn't. I was so scared and conviced something terrible was happening I was just not getting. It all just didn't seem right.
I couldn't really explain to the paramedic what was wrong. I am pretty sure I didn't mention any of my other symptoms because they were not my main focus and the other symptoms didn't really seem related at this point.
The Paramedic was very nice, asked if he could trade me my CPAP for his O2 (oxygen) I took it. I allowed them to help me up and get me loaded but this nagging feeling the doctors wouldn't be able to help me wouldn't go away.
The paramedic who transported me to the hospital was a very nice young man. I didn't know it at the time but he was a new medic. He did his best to help me calm down and it took the edge off a bit. Just not enough to stop it. Still his efforts will never be forgot.
The hospital got me right in to the Special Care area for the very sick. Again made me wonder what my friend said when she called 911. I met with the doctor and tried to explain everything but did a crappy job. I just did not know how to put it all in words at first.
I was given a medicine that actually stopped the symptoms! I just didn't know yet it was a very addicting medication. I was just getting my Psych meds reduced. It would be awhile before the mind that was would put all the piece together and be able to remember. At this point I was on nine or ten different medications.