So, I fainted again at work and I went to the hospital. But before I made it to the hospital, I drove my car off the road with no recollection of how I did it. I was lucky though, I just landed in a ditch. I was in the hospital for a solid week.
My heart beat was way too low, in the 40s but would spike to 120 at any given moment.
I was getting dizzy from simply standing up.
I had a total of 7 IVs during this time and blood work done 8 times.
I had a tilt table test done. I didn't even last 3 minutes.
I had several MRIs done which were loud and obnoxious.
The verdict? I am not getting enough circulation in my body. I am on several medications and I still am not allowed back to work.
But the real kicker? My now douchebag of an ex boyfriend.
For those who don't know, I was dating a guy named Brice for about four months. He was sweet to me most of the time, but lied to me about the most silly things. For example, he lied to me about his age, that he wasn’t a virgin, where he worked, what his classes were, etc. He kept telling me he was ashamed of himself. When I wanted to meet his family, he would put all types of stipulations on me. He would say “Oh, you have to spend the entire week with me or you can’t meet them.” I ended up staying with him consistently for two months before I nagged him enough to meet his family.
After that, he starts getting really distant, but still texts me almost everyday. I thought nothing of it until the day I had to go into the hospital for constant fainting. I told him I was in the hospital and he replied he was on his way. That was the last time I heard from him. Calls went straight to voice mail. Texts went unanswered. I checked highway patrol to make sure he wasn’t in an accident. I came up with nothing. I was out of my mind with worry. Three days later I had to have a ECG and was under anesthesia for a few hours. My mother took that time to find the number to his house (he was staying at his college dorm). His mother answered the phone and explained that a month ago, Brice told her that we broke up because I got angry at him for being late all the time (We didn’t break up because of that, but he was constantly 2-5 hours late picking me up) and he was fine. I can’t believe I got so worked up and worried over such a jerk. He apparently also has Asperger Syndrome, which I guess explains most of his behavior. Wish I would have known sooner though. Lesson learned.
So I am sitting at home, doing nothing because I can't. I get headaches all the time to actually do anything.
But on the bright side, my dad finally realized something was really wrong and has even apologized to me for the things he said.
Hope all of you are keeping well!
Oh and Ellen DeGeneres is the bomb and JCPenny rocks for not giving into the bullies!