Tory Pereira- Sepsis Survivor
Copyright © 2015
I was released from the hospital on February 25, 2016 and flew to Atlanta that same day. I was so fragile if a gust of wind came by, I would blow away. I had to carry my two drains that were coming out of my stomach and pelvis. We had to bring a pillow from the hospital for me to sit on in the wheelchair because my butt was so boney.
I was so excited to be leaving the hospital but once I left and wasn’t hooked up to IV antibiotics anymore it hit me; I have been hooked up in the hospital for 25 days and now I’m living on my own. Am I ready for this? What if I left too soon? What if I die again? I didn’t even know what put me there in the first place and now I’m out in the real world again. I was surprisingly terrified.
My dad loves Pawn Stars so being in Vegas, of course we had to stop by. It was SO weird walking outside, breathing and feeling the fresh air. I had to walk super slow because if someone touched me I would topple over like a sack of potatoes. I love Pawn Stars too so that was cool being the first place I visited after coming back to life.
I spent the first part of my recovery at my parents house in Marietta, from February 26, 2016 until May 11, 2016. Moving back in with my parents was the only option because I needed around the clock help. I couldn’t pick up a gallon of milk or put my dishes away because they were so heavy. They helped me with everything from making my plate at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, to my mom bathing me. I was so skinny and weak I couldn’t lift my arms to wash my hair or even hold my balance. We also had to be very careful because we couldn’t get my 15 inch scar on my belly wet.
Showers were a lot of work, and they were physically and emotionally exhausting. I would stare at what was left of my body which was skin and bones and would just cry my eyes out. I scared myself because I was literally a skeleton.
I was so skinny I couldn’t walk up and down the stairs without someone behind me making sure I didn’t topple backwards. I couldn’t do much but rest and I barely had any energy.
My family was by my side throughout my entire recovery and did not let me give up. My dad and I worked hard on gaining my strength back daily by walking up and down my driveway. In the beginning I could only handle once a day but after a couple of weeks I could handle 3 times a day. We walked daily and in April I could proudly say I was walking a mile around my neighborhood! At the beginning I never thought I would get past my driveway, hard work really does pay off!
My excitement when I got my last drain pulled on May 4, 2016. I had this drain in since my surgery on February 2, 2016.
I was basically starting over like a baby, physically and mentally. My stomach was also starting over like a baby too. A small part of my stomach was cut out and then it was rerouted to the left side of my body. We didn’t have a manual on what just happened to me and we didn’t know what my stomach could and couldn’t handle, so it was all trial and error. If my stomach didn’t like it or if I ate too much it would hurt so bad for hours. We figured out quick my stomach liked simple foods. Not bbq chicken, just chicken. Not chicken, mac and cheese with green beans. Just chicken.
I dealt with awful nightly stomach pains for months. I went to the ER one time due to my pains and they told me my intestines were twisting. My intestines weren’t tightly packed inside me anymore, so that was very possible. I dealt with horrible stomach pains every night from the time I got home until May. We couldn’t figure out a solution. Is this what the rest of my life was going to look like? This is when my obsession with candles, incense and oceans waves really began to crank up because I spent night after night dealing with fist quenching pains.
My doctors visits didn’t end when I left the hospital. I had to see Dr. Schwab, my general surgeon once a week until my drains were ready to come out and I was in the clear health wise. Dr. Schwab was handsome so I didn’t mind seeing him once a week. May 4, 2016 was the exciting day my last drain was pulled and I was that much closer to moving back to Statesboro! I felt human again! I stayed a week in Marietta after my drain was pulled to make sure everything was still going well. May 11, 2016 I packed my bags for the last time and moved my happy butt back to Statesboro. My rehabilitation in Statesboro now begins.
I want to thank my readers so much for following my Septic Shock Story! I’ve had so much great feedback with people learning about SEPSIS and learning from my story. At the beginning I said if sharing my story would help just ONE person, then that would make me extremely happy! I hope everyone has an awesome week, see y’all next Monday! God Bless.
Peace and Love,