Intensive care
Although I have been given relatively little of this period (family, friends, acquaintances and the intensive care team even more), this very critical period, which also had prolonged aftermath caused. At the moment I was taken to the intensive care physicians Fleur was trying to prepare for the fact that they had to take into account that I would not make it. This became quite tactless said and of course hit like a bomb. Arrived in the ICU, I was connected to various equipment and oxygen at high pressure. After four days had a pulse of 180, it was time to intubation (a tube down my throat, which was connected to an oxygen machine). But before I got a cardiac arrest. The doctors gave me about 20 minutes resuscitated. By Fleur was again told that I would not get it. And that the chances of survival would be around 3%. But if a miracle my heart began to respond and could still place a tube of artificial respiration and me and me to sleep with very strong medication. The first 48 hours would be very critical. At night I had a collapsed lung (to say) and I would again not go out, but again a miracle because my collapsed lung repaired properly. After 2 weeks to mechanical ventilation and where a lot of critical moments have been, it was time for me to independently could breathe. It was a very exciting time for Fleur had predicted that I would pull out the tube when I woke up. And so it was. I was given the drug Haldol (makes body and mind are separated) and so it managed to slowly get rid of the machine. First with the breathing machine and later more and more self-breathing. When I awoke, I asked myself really wondering what was going on (I knew the area and not nursing team).
