Hi all,
Waited a while to post this to give myself some time emotionally process what happened to me. I'm (31F) 7 weeks post hospital-discharge from my septic shock. It's crazy reading all the various ways in which people wind up getting sepsis..
At the end of July I got tattooed, a sort of bigger one on my thigh, which is something I am very familiar with as I am heavily tattooed. I did all the aftercare the same as always but within 36 hours of getting tattooed my health suddenly took an extreme turn fast. I became extremely tired very suddenly and wound up going to sleep around 7pm, by 11pm I woke up intensely vomiting uncontrollably. I spent the next 3 days in a delirious state, believing I had the stomach flu. I couldn't eat, drink, or even really stay awake. I was so out of it that at the time I didn't even realize how dire it was. Of all of the traumatic things I was about to endure, the 3 days I spent alone in my apartment is almost the worst of it all, because I realize if I didn't get myself medical attention when I did I would have died alone in my apartment.
On the third day I woke up and the gastrointestinal part of sickness had gone away, but I suddenly felt a sense of urgency that something was seriously wrong. I was so sick and delirious I really hadn't even been able to process that my thigh was becoming increasingly worse. I just couldn't even stay awake long enough to really understand anything that was happening. But when I woke up that morning I realized I spent the entire night shaking uncontrollably and moaning out of discomfort. Because I hadn't eaten or drank anything I knew I was severely dehydrated and the pain in my leg was becoming more and more unbearable and it was looking very very infected. My entire thigh was now an intense red.. I had decided to go to urgent care but I was alone and could not muster up the energy to get dressed and get myself there. It took me about 6 hours to get the energy to finally go. It didn't even occur to me that I could ask for help, I wasn't thinking straight. I started to notice rashes all over my skin, blisters forming on my legs, numbness, tingling and swelling in my feet, so many things.
Of course when I got to urgent care and finally saw the doctor she was extremely alarmed at the state I was in, I was freezing cold/uncontrollably shaking, barely able to speak above a whisper, I was tachycardic, hypotensive, I lost about 10 pounds just in those 3 days... and my leg was in a state. She took one look at it and demanded I take an ambulance straight to the hospital.
Once I got to the ER my condition seemed to snowball so fast. It took several hours for them to get the labs back and to officially diagnose me with sepsis. And this entire time I continued to feel a sense of urgency like I described before. I knew that time was of the essence, like I could feel that my body was starting to fail and fast, but I didn't know why until then.
After a few hours in the ER they admitted me and brought me to a different floor. They suddenly were evaluating whether I needed to be transferred the ICU, they had me signing consent forms and things, asking me about my end of life plans/my affairs. I felt like a dear in headlights this entire time. I didn't really feel anything, just sort of felt like I was nodding my head agreeing to things I couldn't fully understand. This is when they finally told me I was in septic shock.
I was quickly moved to the ICU because I wasn't responding to the intense amounts of IV fluids. I had a central line placed in my neck and I spent the next several days in the ICU. I feel like I remember it all visually still, but I feel like I didn't retain my long-term memory from those days. It all feels like a blur, but I wasn't unconscious. My BP was 72/35 at the lowest from what my family and I can remember. My troponin was through the roof/ I had injury to my heart muscles, I had acute kidney injury and I think all of this was made much worse by the fact that I got to the hospital being so intensely dehydrated. At the same time I was very very aware of the possibility that if I made it out alive I might lose my leg. I was put on pressors and the next several days were spent watching every BP reading hoping my MAP would go above 50 then 60 and finally I'm so grateful to say it climbed above 65.
Eventually, I was moved out of the ICU and placed on a regular floor. I spent several more days there, I was taken off the IV pressors and put on oral treatment. All of my organ function returned to normal, my CT results showed nothing alarming/no signs of necrotizing fasciitis and so I didn't need any surgery. I mean to be so incredibly unlucky to have gotten so sick so fast the way I did but also to bounce back from near-death is so luckly. And this contradiction is something I have not been able to process and brings me so much confusing and discomfort everyday.
I'm struggling in my recovery in so many ways. But I also feel so lucky also.. Reading so many stories on here of suffering and the people that were taken from their loved ones in the most painful way, it's just all so disorienting and confusing and it breaks my heart.
Aside from the obvious depressive symptoms I've been struggling with, I have really intense brain fog and other cognitive issues. I have intense fatigue, tremors, muscle spasms, I had pretty bad muscle wasting/deconditioning so I have a ton of muscle weakness. I have been in PT for almost a month now and feel improvement is extremely slow. My nervous system is kind of a wreck. I am quite anemic now. I'm sure I could rattle of a bunch of other issues I'm still facing but it's all a bit much.
Since getting out of the hospital I've been to many doctors appts. I am working with an immunologist to find out whether I have Common Variable Immunodeficiency (CVID) due to low levels of IgG. If anyone has any experience/familiarity with this I would love to know more. But essentially this could be an explanation why this happened to me.
Since I got sick, I've spent countless hours online reading medical journals, personal experiences from people, trying so hard to understand why this happened to me. I guess I just feel like if I can understand the why, I can process what happened to me. And to also know there may be a specific reason, rather than purely extremely bad luck, it would give me a sense of control or comfort and maybe confidence to know that this won't happen to me again. I have so much more to say but this is so long already. I feel so fragile still and to have had a brush with death has changed me profoundly in ways that I am not comfortable with. I so badly want to be someone who 'has a new lease on life' after surviving a near death experience, but I just don't feel that way. I just feel depressed. I know that these sort of mental health issues are common with post sepsis syndrome.
Just looking for a sense of comfort and community by posting this, sending lots of love and healing to everyone who is reading this impacted by this horrible illness. I am happy to answer any questions related to my story too.