August and September were hot weather wise and I didn't feel the best, what with the heat and allergies, it wore me down.
On September 29th in the afternoon I felt even worse and had trouble breathing, but just thought it was one of those things. Next morning (30th) got up had a shower couldn't breath, changed the bed and had to lie down afterward as I was exhausted. So called dh and he took me to the hospital.
To cut a long story short they diagnosed excessive blood clots on my lungs, or pulmonary embolism The good news is I didn't have a heart attack or a stroke, for that I feel blessed. I spent 48 hours in hospital and frightened the living daylights out of everyone, including myself. Never in a month of Sundays was anyone, including me expecting this.
So here we are nearly three weeks later and it's been a journey where I am taking baby steps in getting better. There are many stories to be told in this journey both funny and sad. I am managing to walk a bit further everyday and try and remain as positive as possible, but I am tired.
I will be on Xeralto for the next six months at least. One thing that is different, is that my legs are clear of blood clots. No one knows why this happened, which is puzzling. I have to see a cardiologist and go to a thrombosis clinic, but I wouldn't think I will be seeing anyone until the new year, unless something else happens. Meanwhile I just go to my family doctor.
I cannot get insurance, so dh and I cannot go to our son's wedding in the Bahamas in January, which is upsetting for all.
At the end of the day, I am grateful to be alive, as the doctors said I could easily of died if I hadn't received medical attention. I will share more of my story over the next few days.