Earlier in the week, I had a change of vasopressin (DDAVP it, or desmopressin acetate) medication that landed me with a blood pressure of 70/40 mmmhg on Sunday night I think. The family had called 911 and a committee of ambulances and fire trucks Gathered outside in the front driveway with lights glowing in many different circles, as if prepared for multiple people with a myriad of injuries. In all the controlled entropy, I just wanted to fall asleep. I could not remember the last time I was in a room with seven burly handsome men in uniform. (Thank you, Fire Department. If I had been feeling better, I would have said that, but, I just could not form any words that would go from my head to my mouth. It was no use.) Unbeknowingst to me, my body had lost its water from DU, and it was a true emergency. So I was taken to the hospital, and after being told that my blood pressure was 70/40 mm Hg, I was somehow able to ask for Trendelenburg position. The only thing I could remember is that I did not want to have another stroke. My BrainStem had to "see" a systolic blood pressure of at least 90 mm Hg.
So I think four days later, after iatrogenic hyponatremi to 121 and meeting the nicest nurse who also had DI, I finally had a sodium of 133 and could not leave. What does a sodium level of 121 feel like? It feels like your head is blown up like a balloon and your eyes are popping out, and you get a headache that is sharp and all over the inside of the skull.
I could not wait to get into my own bed in my own home. This was my first hospitalization where I had a room mate who liked to have the light on all night, and the TV on all night, so I think I needed sleep before 3 days of home.
I'll slowly be coming back to life. It was my daughter who INSISTED on calling 911. She said, "But Mom, your blood pressure is 70 over 40!). It is so unfair that a 10 year old can know this kind of stuff.