So, I'll tell you a story about the day I almost died, 2 years ago. I’m a chronic Renal patient. Basically, my kidneys don’t work and I need a little help to keep me alive. It all began on a Friday. I was on a natural high. It was a good day. I had just broke up with my boyfriend who I thought would graduate to husbae(story for another day). So despite the rough time I was going through, I was having a really good day. I was cleaning like crazy, dancing around the house and even managed to do laundry. And I'm not big on house chores, so yeah it was a good day. Nightfall came and I was out like a light. I woke up around 3 am. There's no way to describe how I felt other than I was feeling funny. And because I had been diagnosed with high blood pressure a while back, I just assumed that it was high again. But my head was pounding like mad!!! it was unbearable but I wasn’t going to wake anyone up for a headache, so I stuck it out with zero sleep. When the sun came out I was worse. As suspected the blood pressure was high. So I took some meds for that and the headache and tried to sleep it off. No such luck because I went to the emergency room that very evening. Everything just intensified, head was still pounding nothing was helping and I couldn't breath. I remember hanging onto a fan just for some air. I was admitted, tests were done that very night and the following morning. The results were going to be given to the doctor. Sunday was better than Saturday, although I still need to be on oxygen now and then, I was stable. I woke up in the middle of the night and I had that feeling again, only worse. I went to the loo and I felt my body turn to rubber. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor and I couldn't get to the bell. I managed to pull it with my toes, after what felt like forever. It was scary. The night staff came in and carried me to my bed. I couldn’t breath, the oxygen wasn't helping either. I was panicking at this point., screaming and trying to gasp for air at the same time. I took off my clothes, tried sitting up, but there was this one nurse who literally pushing me onto the bed and telling me to lie down. She went on about how the doctor had been informed and how I should relax. ARE. YOU. KIDDING ME!!! Here I am, trying to get comfortable and I’m in pain and gasping for air and you’re getting violent with me... woman! I was weak, fighting to breath and fuming at the same time. I remember saying to her, “...if I die, it's on you.” Then everything went dark. To be continued...
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