Erin came by again and arrangements were made for me to have my hair chopped off and a pedicure. I learned from my two night stay in the hospital that tangled long hair is not something I want to contend with when I am undoubtedly hospitalized again in the future. Honestly, the change was much needed, my beautiful long native hair had been struggling for some time due to the meds I was on and it was getting quite sad to look at anymore. I LOVE the change and feel free and beautiful. Yeah, I said it. I am beautiful.
And yet.... another trip to the ER....
Man, I just couldn't seem to keep my oxygen levels up. I felt I was deteriorating and my home health nurse agreed with me. We called for an ambulance together and I was sent back to OMC. Unfortunately, the ER doctor couldn't 'find what the problem was' after running a few tests and decided to send me home. I kept telling them I was desaturating (oxygen levels dropping) and continued to show them the pulse ox even as they wheeled me out to the car. I didn't feel safe for the first time in everything I had endured. I was confused, sad, scared and afraid to sleep because I was sure I was going to die in my sleep. It was a rough night.