Anytime I tried to get out of bed at night in hospital, I set off radically loud alarms (that even I could hear with my sound awareness hearing aid in) and three nurses would come zooming in. They were always stunned at me being awake. I had to explain, “I’m a 61 year old woman – I don’t sleep through the night ”
The first night I came home I woke at 11 – getting back to sleep wasn’t happening. At two AM I figured I’d get up, go downstairs and read. I didn’t make it. Fell out of bed and and had some kind of a seizure – not unheard of after brain surgery, I guess.
Ten tried to get me back into bed but was unable and called Jen who called 911.
Apparently the Fire Department arrived first and put me back into bed. Which I don’t remember AT ALL. Then the EMTs came, put me in a wheelchair and transported me back to MGH via ambulance. I recall bits of this only. Just FYI, it’s no fun to lose time, no fun at all.
I saw the EMTs by our bed. It was weird – “who are these people and what are they doing in my bedroom?!” Yes, I saw their uniforms but it still baffled me. I was just going downstairs to read after all! I remember thinking that they both had nice, caring faces anyway. I don’t recall going down the stairs via wheelchair at all.
Back at MGH, I spent much of the day on a gurney in a hallway of the ER before being moved to a room for overnight. A room with an awesome view!
Now I’m home, on anti-seizure meds and I got through this past night just fine. I could handle LESS excitement for a bit…ya know?!