I had double pneumonia caused by RSV and almost died from not being able to to breathe. Oxygen sats in the low 80s. Spent 5 days in the ICU unable to even get onto the bedside commode without help.
I felt like I was breathing through a straw, and remember fading in and out of consciousness when I finally had my then-husband take me to the hospital. It was terrifying
I contracted MRSA and nearly went septic last year. This was following a serious crash about a month before, which caused my left leg to be amputated below the knee. I just about did die from that, too, but that wasn’t a sickness.
I went from feeling a bit more off than I had been to in the ER being hooked up to heavy antibiotics within a few days. I don’t remember a lot of the hospital stay. It was, I think, 2-3 weeks total. I had a lot of fever spikes, was in uncontrollable pain (opiods don’t work on me very well), and I felt like I was genuinely losing my mind. I also shared a room with an absolutely miserable person, who was constantly complaining and arguing with the nurses, his wife, etc. That part was almost worse than the infection.
I had one surgery during that stay to drain a fluid collection that had built up in my left thigh. The MRSA mainly attacked my femur, which had been broken in the initial crash, and the metalware inside it. Five months later, they had to do another surgery to remove part of my femur as it had started to go necrotic, and used that surgery to clean out my femur and exchange the metalware in it.
All in all, I don’t recommend it. It set back my healing progress for nearly half a year, I only just got my first prosthesis in the last couple of weeks. I’ve been on some form of strong antibiotics for nearly ten months now, and they don’t want to take me off them until my femur has healed. They suck too, but not as much as the actual MRSA did.
Sepsis after a cesarean section, during covid lockdowns
Fine week 1, week 2 felt like the start of a kidney infection. Week 3 felt like like I was exhausted (no shit), really paranoid, insomnia, feeling of impending doom. At the end of week 3, I could barely walk, stood up (with help) to go to the loo, and something went pop. I screamed, and ex rang the ambulance.
A week in hospital on some major meds and then discharged home.
It would have been better if I hadn’t had the baby with me. But babys dad rang while I was in A&E asking if I could have the nee baby at the hospital DURING COVID because he couldn’t sleep.
I also wouldn’t have had sepsis… if 24 hours after the cesarean, I hadn’t walked a 2 mile trip up and downhill to the shop, pushing the pram because ex ‘needed to sleep’ but his other kids needed food.
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In a word: hell.
I had double pneumonia caused by RSV and almost died from not being able to to breathe. Oxygen sats in the low 80s. Spent 5 days in the ICU unable to even get onto the bedside commode without help.
I felt like I was breathing through a straw, and remember fading in and out of consciousness when I finally had my then-husband take me to the hospital. It was terrifying
I contracted MRSA and nearly went septic last year. This was following a serious crash about a month before, which caused my left leg to be amputated below the knee. I just about did die from that, too, but that wasn’t a sickness.
I went from feeling a bit more off than I had been to in the ER being hooked up to heavy antibiotics within a few days. I don’t remember a lot of the hospital stay. It was, I think, 2-3 weeks total. I had a lot of fever spikes, was in uncontrollable pain (opiods don’t work on me very well), and I felt like I was genuinely losing my mind. I also shared a room with an absolutely miserable person, who was constantly complaining and arguing with the nurses, his wife, etc. That part was almost worse than the infection.
I had one surgery during that stay to drain a fluid collection that had built up in my left thigh. The MRSA mainly attacked my femur, which had been broken in the initial crash, and the metalware inside it. Five months later, they had to do another surgery to remove part of my femur as it had started to go necrotic, and used that surgery to clean out my femur and exchange the metalware in it.
All in all, I don’t recommend it. It set back my healing progress for nearly half a year, I only just got my first prosthesis in the last couple of weeks. I’ve been on some form of strong antibiotics for nearly ten months now, and they don’t want to take me off them until my femur has healed. They suck too, but not as much as the actual MRSA did.
I suffered a haemorrhagic stroke in my basal ganglia and almost died. I spent 6 weeks in a coma, and 7 months in hospital and rehabilitation.
Honestly, I was in so much pain I was begging to die. I felt like the centre of my brain was being stabbed with red hot knives.
Sepsis after a cesarean section, during covid lockdowns
Fine week 1, week 2 felt like the start of a kidney infection. Week 3 felt like like I was exhausted (no shit), really paranoid, insomnia, feeling of impending doom. At the end of week 3, I could barely walk, stood up (with help) to go to the loo, and something went pop. I screamed, and ex rang the ambulance.
A week in hospital on some major meds and then discharged home.
It would have been better if I hadn’t had the baby with me. But babys dad rang while I was in A&E asking if I could have the nee baby at the hospital DURING COVID because he couldn’t sleep.
I also wouldn’t have had sepsis… if 24 hours after the cesarean, I hadn’t walked a 2 mile trip up and downhill to the shop, pushing the pram because ex ‘needed to sleep’ but his other kids needed food.
I drank a shit ton of pond water when I was little and almost died, too young to remember. 🙂