When the nurse took me to a room I didn’t want to do anything but sleep. All I can remember is when the nurses kept coming in asking what I was here for and then I remember them taking me to another room and doing an i.v and I fell asleep.
I woke up to me pulling the i.v out my arm trying to use the restroom. when the nurse came in I told her I was trying to go to the restroom and she was trying to take the i.v out and I ended up having a bowel movement on myself and I went to the restroom and was just sitting there feeling very tired.
All I can remember is going in and out of sleep and the nurse asked was I ok and I just nodded my head yes , and I fell asleep again and I hear her say, “Ms. Collins are you ok?”, and I nodded again and she asked did I need help, I said yes and all I remember is her and another nurse helps me off the toilet and I fell back a little and they asked where I ok and I nodded.
When I woke up I see my mom and sister a little but not clear because I was in and out. From what I was told it was more than just them but I really couldn’t focus. When I finally woke up it was the next week Wednesday and my nurse had asked me did I want her to call my family to tell them I’m awake and I said yes.
My grandma was the first to come and I was so happy, then my aunt came but she couldn’t stay long. I asked her what was the day of the week, she said Wednesday. I said how long I been in here, she said a whole week. I was surprised. I asked her what was going on and she told me everything the doctors told her.
She had said when I got dropped off Tuesday they was worried about me and why nobody had called and said anything ... so they had inboxed me on Facebook. She said she thought I had just got tired of everything and ran away but she knows I wouldn’t have left my daughter behind. They didn’t find out that I was in ICU until that Thursday because when she called they had told her I was discharged.
They had to feed me out a tube and when I did get to eat, I couldn’t eat regular, I had to eat thicken up soup and drink thick milk and juice. It seemed they came in every hour to give me my medicine and give me antibiotics threw my i.v. after like 2 days I was feeling better but not well. But I was so ready to leave and get home to my family. I was always crying and having bad dreams about me dying because they said that they didn’t think I would have made it. I couldn’t do anything but try to get well and think about what if I die on my daughter she would be without a mother! When they said I was moving up stairs I was so happy because I knew soon will be heading home and it meant I was getting well.
Once I made it upstairs my daughter came to visit me but the whole time I was in ICU and upstairs she cried when I tried to pick her up because she really didn’t notice me. I was so ready to go home. Before I went home I had to learn how to walk again and it was a little hard but I did my best so I could be home. I could tell the infection messed with my brain because half the people who came to see me I didn’t know until I was recovering and I could hear voices in my head as I slept. And it made me kind of scared to sleep.
The day I got discharged I went home bathed and went to bed I felt like I slept a whole week straight I was so tired ... and most of the things I knew before my brain had to refresh I felt blank minded at time. Since my recovery I have been having major headaches and my memory hasn’t been the same and plus ill fall or trip over air. Sometimes my neck gets stiff and I just sit and hope I don’t get sick again.