Hi 🙋🏻♀️, my name is Jane.
I had a full blown panic attack the other day after picking up a hospital pharmacy medication refill.
I heard the Mayo One helicopter 🚁 landing on the roof. Before I even saw it, I froze. I forced myself to exit the building and stared up watching as they finished landing and taking the patient out on a stretcher.
I started to shake, got sick to my stomach and couldn’t move.
That had been me, 2 years ago, in a coma, not remembering four days of my life. How did my body know what my conscience brain could not.
I awoke four days later in Rochester, MN ICU with multi organ failure, an Addison’s Crisis, double pneumonia, a cast from my fingertips to my armpit being held up by a rod, a concussion and I didn’t know where I was or what had happened. They had someone assigned to my room 24 hours a day as I was alone.
I had very vivid dreams about a man in my room, speaking with a foreign accent and he was denying me the help I needed to urinate. Of course, I had a catheter in and didn’t need to use the restroom. I was delirious. I thought no one would listen to me. I was alone in my brain fog.
After reading some of your stories and doing some research, I knew that I was only one of many that have been experiencing PTSD ICU.
Does anyone out there know where I’ve been? Or continues to be haunted by days that I don’t remember or puzzles that I can’t put back together. There are so many missing pieces.