It has been one month since I got a call from my brand new OB-GYN explaining my need for an emergency blood transfusion.
It’s so surreal looking back at that time.
I had just sat down in the orthodontist’s office waiting for my son to get his braces readjusted when my doctor called. Unlike her effervescent, bubbly self the day before when I met her and she examined me, she was serious, stern and clear…
My blood levels were so low that I was at risk of a heart attack or stroke and I needed to drive myself to the Emergency Room right away.
Not sure how I was functioning at such low levels, she told me I was tough but that the staff at the ER was expecting me and that I needed to get there as quickly as possible.
To say that I was in shock was a bit of an understatement.
I mean, who drives themselves to an ER for a blood transfusion?
In a moment of complete and utter irrationality, I called a friend who knows her way around a doctor’s office and expected her to give me all the 411 on blood transfusions and what to expect. And then had the nerve to be freaked out when she told me she didn’t know what to expect and that it was highly unusual to be hearing what I’d just learned from my doctor.
It could have been the incredible fatigue or the shock or the fear of what would happen if I didn’t go that I took my son back to school after telling him what I was told and how scared I was. I asked him for prayers and then headed home to pack a tote for my short – what I’d hoped was my short – stint in the ER.
Here was a pivotal moment though.
Do I do what I THINK in my head makes sense (don’t bother people with this, keep it to myself and head on over and get it taken care of, I mean, I don’t want to be an imposition or make a big deal if it really isn’t so serious, I mean she’s a new doctor and yesterday was my first time meeting her, maybe she’s in cahoots with the insurance companies and is trying to convince me to get care I can’t afford and quite simply just don’t need, I mean, I feel fine – sort of) or I can invite my spiritual family to pray.
Which is what I did.
I sent out a quick text to a few folks, told them what the doctor told me and which hospital I was on my way to and then proceeded to pack my tote with a blanket, my Bible another book I was reading and a couple of tiny things and set off to get me some new blood.
How surreal was it?