So, as most of you know by now in early June I was diagnosed with guillain barré syndrome, also known as GBS.
I had been house sitting for the Princes for the weekend. I had a headache for a few days, Sunday I came home and that night I woke up numb tongue, hands and feet. I woke my mom up because I'd never experienced that before and we went to emergency. They thought I had a migraine and gave me an IV for some migraine medication.
The next night I woke my dad up again to take me to the hospital because I still had the same symptoms but I was in a lot of pain. So, we went back to the emergency, they did a lumbar puncture to check for GBS, but they didn't find the markers. The doctors think it might have been too soon.
The next day and my dad was looking on google and came across GBS. He brought home a little print out and it said if you have any problems with your respiration you should go to the emergency room immediately. It wasn't long after that that I recommended we go to the emergency room again.
PThey transferred me to the UofA hospital to see a neurologist. And it was two days later and I was on a ventilator. I don't remember much of the next few days. But I'm sure they were really scary for my friends and family. I'm so lucky enough to have the best family and friends around.
I started this post thinking that I would end it with some sort of like wise words or lesson. But I don't think I'm there yet. I know I've already learned a lot from this experience. But I don't know if I can put it into words.. But now you all know I'm alive at least..
