It has been a few days now, since I stopped going to school. I had my state exams coming up in less than a year and I was all worried. I was bothered about the mid-term exam results as well. There was no one to convey the results to me. On the other side, the noise coming from the neighbourhood irritated me very much. My father observed my condition worsening. He had to call home a Neurologist to identify what was actually wrong with me. My dad could not get hold of the neurologist. Finally, it was around midnight, he came to see me. I really appreciate his service at that odd hour of the day. Had the doctor failed to turn up , I would have lost my life, may be! His observations concluded that I was suffering from Guillain-Barre Syndrome a.k.a GBS in short. At that moment, I thought to myself. What did he say just now..gull..syndrome..crap! I did not understand a word! But there was someone besides me (either my siblings/parents) told me that I am suffering from GBS. This stayed in my mind. GBS! But what the hell is this? I just thought to myself. He also said that I have to be referred to another neurologist at the earliest and then need to be hospitalised. When my parents and siblings with saddened faces were getting ready to visit the next doctor, I said to my mom, I want to go to the loo. I was shocked then, as I witnessed the worst thing that could happen to a girl. I couldn't feel a thing but I was menstruating! How bad things can turn-into. I was speechless. Back in my mind, I was thinking, if nothing else could funcion properly in my body, how pathetic was it for me to experience this. With all the necessary preparations, we had to leave the house. At that time, I did not know it will take another 3 months to come back home.
We reached the other chief neurologist's clinic to confirm the diagnosis. I was asked to count 1 to 30. I was shocked to realise that I was not able to count at all. 1...2 and then stop! This was all neede for the chief to confirm my diagnosis. I was advised to be hospitalised immediately, as I needed respiratory support. By that time, I totally lost control of my body and was not able to get up from the place where I had been lying down for the doctor's observation. My dad lifted me wholly and carried me to the car. I was a stout person then.What more a father can do? I still remember the car ride, in the dark, to the hospital.
I was soon admitted to the Emergency and Trauma care unit. I was then checked for my blood pressure. Then came the disastorous Ryle's tube. This long siphon tube was inserted into my food pipe to reach my stomach. I harldy knew that something of this kind existed. The most frightening thing about this thing is that, I was listening to the nurses/doctors talking to each other about this. They would push the Ryle's tube through my nose, food pipe and then would place the stethescope on my stomach and lungs and would say, we should be careful not to to insert the pipe into the lungs! I was totally shattered on listening to their talks and inspite of the pain and the bloody sputum coming out of the tube. I sincerely hoped that the tube was inserted into the food pipe and not the wind pipe. At one point, out of pain, I started rebelling against them. The nurses had to tie my hands to the cot and brought me under control. Finally, the Ryle's tube battle came to an end peacefully.
What next? I was anxiously waiting. I was taken to the Intensive Critical Care Unit (ICCU)! Never ever in my life I had thought I would step into an ICCU. I was made to wear a hospital gown. I almost lost my speech by this time. I was transferred to the bed over in the ICCU. Within minutes, so many wires with sensors were connected to my body, blood pressure was being monitored, respiratory support was connected to aid my breathing, a bed pan was set besides me. With an emergency situation, all the basic setup has been done, but the treatment is yet to be started. Why is there a delay in commencing the treatment. I kept my fingers crossed!
Now you stay with your fingers crossed too. See you in the next post!
We reached the other chief neurologist's clinic to confirm the diagnosis. I was asked to count 1 to 30. I was shocked to realise that I was not able to count at all. 1...2 and then stop! This was all neede for the chief to confirm my diagnosis. I was advised to be hospitalised immediately, as I needed respiratory support. By that time, I totally lost control of my body and was not able to get up from the place where I had been lying down for the doctor's observation. My dad lifted me wholly and carried me to the car. I was a stout person then.What more a father can do? I still remember the car ride, in the dark, to the hospital.
I was soon admitted to the Emergency and Trauma care unit. I was then checked for my blood pressure. Then came the disastorous Ryle's tube. This long siphon tube was inserted into my food pipe to reach my stomach. I harldy knew that something of this kind existed. The most frightening thing about this thing is that, I was listening to the nurses/doctors talking to each other about this. They would push the Ryle's tube through my nose, food pipe and then would place the stethescope on my stomach and lungs and would say, we should be careful not to to insert the pipe into the lungs! I was totally shattered on listening to their talks and inspite of the pain and the bloody sputum coming out of the tube. I sincerely hoped that the tube was inserted into the food pipe and not the wind pipe. At one point, out of pain, I started rebelling against them. The nurses had to tie my hands to the cot and brought me under control. Finally, the Ryle's tube battle came to an end peacefully.
What next? I was anxiously waiting. I was taken to the Intensive Critical Care Unit (ICCU)! Never ever in my life I had thought I would step into an ICCU. I was made to wear a hospital gown. I almost lost my speech by this time. I was transferred to the bed over in the ICCU. Within minutes, so many wires with sensors were connected to my body, blood pressure was being monitored, respiratory support was connected to aid my breathing, a bed pan was set besides me. With an emergency situation, all the basic setup has been done, but the treatment is yet to be started. Why is there a delay in commencing the treatment. I kept my fingers crossed!
Now you stay with your fingers crossed too. See you in the next post!
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