Bro it's genuinely insane. I've been researching it and one girl got her tonsils taken out, went home developed sepsis and died. A girl I'm currently seeing, her son caught strep throat at age 6, was dead two days later from sepsis. Again Sepsis deaths have risen 15% in a year and 35% of all hospital deaths are from Sepsis. It's insanity bro. I'm sorry about your friend man, it's awful.
Brothers, I died for 5 minutes on April 21st.
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Thanks man .For some reason they couldn’t get my white blood count down . My platelets were sky high and they were afraid I’d get an artery blockage . It also caused an abscess on my liver so they put a drain in for that , and I had to get a chest tube because I had so much fluid around my lungs .
They gave me these little plastic devices to blow into with a measuring scale inside. They kept telling me I needed to do better and to blow harder and I was like “but I can barely breathe” . So on the SEVENTH day they did an X-ray and discovered the fluid around my lungs .
As far as the mental side of it ….my “give a damn” is broken,lol.
I had the chest tube too because of the fluid around my lungs and heart. Dude I couldn't blow in them either. But the worst for me is twice I day they'd come in with catheters, jam them down my throat 3 times into each lung to cough up excess mucus but again it felt like torture. This was after I was taken off the ventilator and given a trachea. Bro it's super scary for real. Thank you for sharing brother and God Bless.
You too man . I went in weighing 210 , came out at 165, lol . I’ve told people I’d recommend Jenny Craig or some other form of weight loss program,lol .
Man I’m so happy you all made it thru that. Modern medicine is amazing, but some things are still torture. I know how they can be too, my mom can’t breathe and like she’s trying her hardest you all know she has COPD. If she’s sick she can’t do it. It’s terrifying. I hate the thought of having that shoved in my throat. Ugh.
Hey man, thank you for sharing your experience. I am sorry that pastor did such a vile act to you and Samantha. I wouldn't know how to deal with that, but Jesus can and will if you let him. I am sure you are! One thing that Jesus taught me is to forgive. I hope you have forgave that pastor, because if that pastor did not repent, Jesus will take care of him!
I have studied a lot of things and including NDE's. My guess is that your spirit was ready to depart but was halted because God knew it wasn't your time. Maybe kept you in that state while they revived you. Jesus is a good God and has protected you for those 5 minutes for sure brother. Keep the faith and remember to stay in the vine.
It took 30 years bro but I finally learned hate is like drinking poison and hoping the other person dies. I can't stay mad at anyone to long or I feel guilty that I'm letting anger win and life is way too short for that. I've forgiven every transgression brought on me. I hope the people I've transgressed against can forgive me. Believe me I have love for everyone now. Like I said I begin my prayers for humanity as a whole and work myself down to myself last.
Bro that's literally exactly what I think happened with my NDE. My spirit was ready but God wasn't. But that peace I felt was like being reassured I was going to be ok. I didn't know this till after I got home but a priest came and prayed at my bedside every night I was in the coma and with my family. At St. Joe's they had a large cross that I could just turn me head enough to see and eveytime I would panic, and this happened quite often the first week out of the coma because I couldn't grasp what in the heck had happened to me and it was truly terrifying to the point my heart rate was hitting 150, I'd look at that cross and my heartbeat would gradually drop back to normal. I appreciate your words of encouragement brother, truly. It seems we have very similar outlooks on things. God bless you my friend.
You are literally the first person I thought of when Rupps Rafters popped in my head the first time about the 3rd week in. I don't know why but I thought I wonder what Fox 2 Monk is up to for some reason lol. I was trying to recall other posters but I literally couldn't think of any (no disrespect to anyone, I was basically on Mars mentally).
I'm sorry about your mother bro. COPD is something I dealt with a lot in my pre sepsis life. Just the struggle to breathe was very scary to witness. Your mother and you are always in my prayers brother, I promise you that.
I hope you see how important life is and understand basketball is way down on the list. Stay safe, Jesus protect you.
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I'm not sure how anyone can tell when someone was on, other than the last time they were on. There was a gap between April 15 and May 29. Did they figured out what happened (I see that you might have been exposed in the cold - then the infection caused by Pneumonia spread to your bloodstream???)? I had an abscess in my abdomen that burst; the doctors waited to do surgery, and when they finally did, it was a mess and I got sepsis. I was lucky to have survived, but I had to have multiple surgeries and was in ICU for 3-4 months. My dad got sepsis (still do not know how); he was at my niece's recital, and about halfway through, he told my mom "I feel like I've been poisoned". It went from being completely fine, to not being able to walk within a 30 minute period. Fortunately, they caught it early enough, where he was not on a vent, and was in the hospital for only 10 days. I know several people who have died or almost died of sepsis, and they have no idea how it happened, all within the last ten years. Wild. Glad you are on the mend. Gonna make it to Rupp this year?
It seems we've lived quite similar lives. My dad had double pneumonia and sepsis in 2022 and caught MRSA in the hospital. He was 80 years old and survived. He's usually outside but had been sleeping a lot and one day I couldn't wake him up so I called 911. But he didn't have to be life flighted from the same hospital, put in a two week coma or have a trachea like I did. He did have to be strapped down like I did though.
I tested positive for the rhino virus (the common cold) had fluid on both lungs and my heart. I never even knew I was sick. I remember my lungs hurting but I thought I was just smoking to much. Then I didn't get out of bed for 3 days. I was still wearing my work clothes and didn't show up to work the next two days and hadn't answered calls or texts and I didn't show up to my son's games and my baby mama, thank God we're on good terms, knew something wasn't right and showed up when she did. Like I said I was covered in urine and feces. I actually went into septic shock, that's why I coded 2 minutes in. She heard them say we're losing him, man I'm starting to cry just writing this, code blue was announced on the loudspeakers and 12 people ran into the room and rushed her out of the area. They cut my clothes off and started CPR and defibrillated me. She heard the doctor after 5 minutes say please tell her we've got a pulse again. It's crazy cause she said I told her I'd never be back home when EMS was loading me up. I have no memory of anything but one. The week leading up to it I don't remember. There's one brief moment where I felt totally at peace and weightless and that's right before I coded cause I can remember telling myself I'm dying, why though? I can't explain it but it was like in a dream state. Then lights out for two weeks. A week of fighting the doctors and nurses. I wouldn't believe pictures of me, I thought my family and friends were robots. But they couldn't sedate me any lower cause my blood pressure was dropping so low but my heartbeat was swinging from 40 beats to 145 bpm. Finally a nurse came in and actually thoroughly explained what happened did I calm down. I still couldn't accept it fully though cause I didn't remember being sick.
It was a viral infection that caused the sepsis, not a bacterial one. I was outside a lot in could moist air cause my dog had died and I was miserable. Walking around my subdivision for hours cause I couldn't stand being in that house without him. I wasn't sleeping even though I was taking my Xanax and sleeping pills. That's what caused it I'm sure cause I was crying during those multi hour long walks and I remember seeing my breath on most of them. My baby momma said she could hear my lungs rattling the second she walked in my house and I was trying to say help but she couldn't make it out till she got to my bedroom. I couldn't open my eyes or stand up. She tried to lift me up to breath better but I was dead weight. I spent April 21st at Rockastle Hospital, was life flighted to St. Joe's East the same day and after 4 weeks was transported to Danville LTAC to learn to walk again. Came off the trachea 4 days before I got released, was finally aloud to drink something and eat which I was literally going insane not being able to drink and just dying of thirst. I get this damn feeding tube out Thursday and see my family doctor right after to test my cognitive and leg strength to make sure I can drive. I feel like absolute **** half the time and feel 80% the other half. The nightmares suck. I haven't eaten one sweet since I've been home. I'm literally eating as much carbs as possible because I lost so much weight 35 pounds but I've got 20 or so back. Still underweight. I'll post another pic of me in the coma when they were measuring my brain waves.
This is wild. Sepsis is no joke, and is scary. Yeah, my dad just turned 80 last year, and he had a mild heart attack at home; luckily my brother was around to help him, as my mom was visiting my sister from out of state. My other sister almost died of Anaphylactic Shock; she went to take a nap, and her husband just sensed something was wrong, and found out she wasn't breathing. She only spent the night in the hospital, but she said that the look on her son's face was the worst thing because her son realized what was happening. Since you're a Christian, I would say that God has a plan for your life, and His story that he has written for you is not finished (from what I gathered, you will eventually make it into His Kingdom, but not yet - the give-away was the peace that you had). I would take full advantage when you get well and use this to help others (and please do not ever smoke again - my oldest sister has smoked for decades, and I'll be surprised if she's still around in two years). I am thankful to live in the US where we can get the medical help that we need when we do need it. Fortunately, I have not been hit with medical issues in the last five years or so, but a lot of my family and friends have, and I have story after story, and your is another amazing story. You had a kidney transplant a decade ago at like 32ish; were you type 1 diabetic, or did you have kidney disease? Will be praying for full recovery.
I went into renal failure from an infection in my throat swelled up like a golf ball and it hurt to drink anything. Well I didn't drink but maybe a glass of water in a whole 4 days and when I pissed, once, it was blood and my kidney, just one side weirdly, felt like it exploded. They did a preemptive transplant but it took my brother weeks to get from Russia to America. He'd worked there 5 years and had passport issues and had to find out if he was a match. They were wary of doing dialysis because they thought it would only delay certain death and were sticking huge needles in my kidneys every day to keep my left kidney hydrated. It was awful. I was in the hospital a month and a half but the transplant went smooth. I was honestly resigned to die though. Everything in my life had blown up at this point and if I didn't have a son whom I'd leave fatherless, and both parents at the time, I would've just refused the treatment. Not proud of those moments but I had undiagnosed PTSD, I was hooked on opiates, my marriage had ended the year before. It was all bad. It took till my dad got sick with the same double pneumonia sepsis I did but with MRSA before I found God and truly turned my life around although I never used opiates after the transplant until this hospital stay and now. I'm not abusing them and I'm only taking a 1/4 of what's prescribed. 4 5mg tablets of oxycodone a day and I'm down to one. I ain't getting hooked on this **** again.
But a year after the transplant I went back to college, got my degree in applied science and my license to become a respiratory therapist and started in January 2020. Bang up job to not even notice I had double pneumonia. I haven't smoked for 60 something days, just nicotine pouches. I should've quit dealing with all the COPD patients, emphysema, cancer ect. I do oxygen therapy every morning, noon and night even though my dr said I didn't need it. I smoked since I was 12, dipped mainly though cause of sports. So my lungs somehow weren't (baby lungs) shrunk or I'd be screwed.
But yes I give all my problems and have complete faith in God. It took to many miracles to get me here today. I'm not even mentioning Iraq and Afghanistan. Pure miracles I'm here bro. Again I'm ready whenever God calls it time for me. But I hope that's not for decades. My dad's 84 and out driving tractors. I can't wait to get over there and God willing that'll be Thursday. God bless you brother. Again I apologize for the mood swings. Lots of trauma and medication can be bad combos sometimes. Lord knows I've been mostly at peace since 2022 but this POST SEPSIS SYNDROME with PTSD are giving me wicked nightmares.
Wow. It's a good thing you did not die at 32 (ish), eternal separation from God makes your worst day here on Earth feel like absolute Paradise. My brother did a tour in Iraq, but fortunately, he did not get PTSD, but I know several who have, and it is debilitating; I cannot imagine. I am adopted, so I do not know my family history, but I know I am predisposed to addiction, so when I was hit by a car in 2011 (just broke a leg), the Doc gave me Lortabs, but I took one, decided I liked it too much, and disposed of the rest. I did not want to get hooked. I have known way too many people who have died of an overdose. I had a season of PTSD as a young child, but fortunately, it has very little, if no effect on me (circumstances are much different from yours). I still believe that vets are not getting enough help with that stuff; a lot of people will hide it, and at some point, it blows up. I really feel for the Vietnam vets who were treated like absolute garbage when they came home. A lot of them are still broken 60 years later. Good on you for getting your degree and becoming a Respiratory Therapist. Yes, please do not get hooked on anything; my friend is hooked, and he's been in Rehab for almost three solid years (keeps relapsing); he has a wife and three daughters.