I have been encouraged to share my story. I hesitated at first because I did not want to appear as if I was bragging, or judging those who still have major disabilities after their bouts with Encephalitis. I did not want to be accused of offering false hope for recovery. (I firmly believe there is no such thing as false hope, either you have hope or you do not)
My recovery was aided by unbridled optimism, unsurpassed family support, good insurance, financial stability, employer and fellow employee support and a self directed rehab plan. I think each of these components played an important part in my recovery. It is a 5 year story so I will tell it in stages.
Please ask questions it will help make the story complete.
The starting point:
I am a NJ realtor in a shore area. I was sitting at my desk when I got what I decided at the time was my first migraine, an awful headache. I am a very healthy woman so I was certain if I took a Tylenol and put my head down on the desk for a few minutes it would go away. The last thing I remember from this point on until I “woke up” for the first time in Upenn, is saying to a co-worker “Oh my God , do I feel so sorry for people who get these migraines all the time” From this point on this part of the story is second hand info. It is what I have been told happened.
My broker sent me home. I drove the 25 mile route down the Garden State Parkway. Arrived home safely. Walked past my husband and went upstairs to bed. My husband said I was mumbling but he was able to understand my head hurt. Later in the early evening my moaning became so loud that he wanted me to see a doctor. He asked if I would go to the doctors I shook my head no. After a loud moan he asked about the hospital and I nodded yes.
Our small local hospital ER diagnosed it as a migraine. Gave me Percocet and sent me home. I lay on the couch throughout the night, unable to make it upstairs. My soft moaning gave way to a gasping/snoring sounding breathing pattern. My husband believed I was sleeping soundly because of the Percocet. My daughter came early afternoon tried to wake me tempting me with my constant companion a nice cup of hot tea. When she could not wake me no matter what she did, she insisted I go back to the hospital.
They carried me out to the car and into the hospital. I had a 105 fever upon arrival they packed me in ice. I was having trouble breathing and was on nasal o2. They told my husband there was nothing they could do for me but make me comfortable. That he should get a priest. After a while my daughter noticed my o2 level reading was very low and asked why I wasn’t on a respirator. They said “we don’t have the equipment to dedicate long term to one patient. A quote that to this day makes my family livid. After that comment my daughter-in-law contacted a Doctor in Philly who suggested I be transferred to UPenn. By this point I was barely breathing but taking what my family calls my swimming breaths. Large gasps from my mouth “fish like”deep and rhythmic unnatural breathing. ( I am a swimmer and used to breathing when I need air anyone who swims freestyle will understand )That may have been my lifesaver)Upenn excepted me as a patient and sent the helicopter. Instructed our local hospital what meds to start me on and to get me on a respirator Stat. My sister who rushed to the ER teases me that I missed those 4 darling sexy young medics in the tight flightsuits that flew me away.
I don’t know what treatments were given at UPenn. I will find out in July when I go for my first follow up there in four years. So more about that later.
I am off to work. I will tell about “waking up” next




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