Friday, September 6, 2013

waiting to inhale

While I realize that this blog every day for a month challenge has already started, I want to jump in today because I really have no idea what to blog about. No snazzy outfit photos, no delicious recipes or make up to review.

I've been a fan of Jenni's blog for a long while, even though I don't read it everyday, I always come back. I've seen many a bloggy friend participate in #blogtember and I love to write, so here we go.

Today's prompt is:A story about a time you were very afraid.

Easy. Anytime that I've been unable to breathe. I mean like, literally, not being able to breathe. No air flowin through the airway. There are perks to being ventilator dependent such as having a filter on the vent to weed out the yuckies in the air. Or the fact that I can sleep with a pillow on top of my face (maybe it comforts me like that of when I was in my mom's womb?! haha) and I won't suffocate! love that.

However, a scary thing about being on the vent is that,
1. it's a machine. they can fail.
2. the circuit aka plastic tubing has many parts and sometimes they come apart or fail too.
3. it's literally like breathing through a Mcdonald's straw. That's about how big the trache is in my throat. Now, when my airways get really dry, that thickens the mucus which means the inner cannula, inside the trache gets clogged (super gross btw, i know) and my airway is completely cut off!

It's super scary to try to gasp for breathe when that's blocked, while I am waiting for a caregiver to change my inner cannula or squirt saline water down my trache to break up that dry phlegm. Those seconds feel like minutes and my clock is ticking. I can only breathe on my own, provided I am calm and not full from eating, for maybe 20 seconds.

With experiencing times like these, I feel So So so grateful to God for when i can breathe well again. I get stuck in a rut of thinking that the ventilator is keeping me alive, true, but in reality, God is the one who gives us every breathe of life and he's the one that keeps me going. This epiphany was made clearer to me through my friend HL.

and because i might have a slightly warped sense of humor, i leave you with this:

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Niki Caron said...

As someone who has always had a fear of not being able to breathe, I am completely humbled by this post. I can't imagine what you go through, especially for those few seconds when your tube is being changed or cleaned. You are amazing and so strong and I love that you are so positive and have a sense of humor as well :)

Martha Woods said...

You are so, so brave. I've always hated swimming because being underwater makes my chest tighten up and I start panicking--I can't stand the thought of not having any air! I couldn't stay so positive and upbeat like you do. I think you're very inspiring! <3

holli said...

Oh honey just you describing in words brought great fear to me. I cant imagine how scary those moments are. Unfortunately i witnessed my Dad gasping for air when the oxygen tube would come out accidentally. I cry thinking of the fear. This post reminds me of so many reasons why i love you. You're so brave and have wonderful Faith and sense of humor!

Carolynn Markey said...

Oh, my God. My life has no trials at all after reading this. Being upset that I don't get to go here or there, or that I seem to not be able to have kids with my husband, or any little trivial thing I go through is nothing compared to the things you do on a daily basis. Thank you for your words and for sharing your story. I'm completely humbled.