A couple of weeks ago, I got a tattoo on my arm that said “I love you,” on the back of my shoulder.
I thought that would be it.
It’s not that I didn’t like the tattoo, I loved it.
I’m a mom of three and a father of two.
And I was like, what’s up?
Why didn’t you tell me about this?
I got really angry, and I sent my husband to the doctor.
They sent me to a psychologist.
And what did they say?
“We’re going to put a needle in your arm and you’re going do a procedure where you get an IV in your body and inject you with a drug that’s going to make you really, really, REALLY sad.”
And that’s what I did.
So I was in the emergency room, and it was the worst pain in my life.
I felt like I was going to faint, and then I got my first injection.
It felt like a lot of needles.
My skin started to peel away.
I started to have swelling.
And then it went to the back, and when it went there, I started having pain.
I was screaming, “Please, please, please help me!”
I thought I was dying.
And that is when the doctor told me to get the needle out and let me have a second injection.
He said, “I want to see you cry.
I want to be your friend.
You’re going into a very deep coma.”
And I did not cry.
But I was really angry and I said, no, please don’t do this.
And he said, you need to take a breather.
And so I did and he started to pump more needles in my arm.
And it felt like my whole arm was melting off.
My arm started to shrink.
And when I got home, I was aching to get out of there.
I couldn’t breathe.
I kept crying, and my husband came over and was like,” I love you, honey.
And we hugged and we hugged, and we cried and we kissed and we talked.
And just that moment of being in a coma, I felt so beautiful.
It was the most amazing moment.
And it took a lot out of me.
I really had to figure out what to do.
I had to find a way to make the process more comfortable.
And the answer was not to tell my husband, “No, I’m going to cry.”
That’s just a no.
And this was not a big thing for me to do, but it was just like, I have to figure this out.
And at the end of the day, it’s about getting out of here, getting my life back, getting back to being able to be with my family.
I can’t go back to work, I can no longer walk and talk to my kids, I couldn.
And in the hospital, they were like, “Don’t worry, honey, you’ll be OK.”
So I went back to my life and my family and I took off my helmet and I was wearing a suit.
And they were super supportive.
They just went, “OK, that’s all you need.”
And it felt amazing, because it was a big, huge process.
I got an IV that was a lot bigger than the IV that I had in my hand.
It took a long time to make it work.
And my first shot in, it was about 10 seconds, and they had to put it in my chest, and that took about three minutes.
And eventually, I had a tube in my head that went in my skull.
And there was no IV in my neck, so it took another couple of minutes for that to come in.
I put a little mask on my face and put it on, and started having a hard time breathing.
And after a few minutes, I realized I was having a heart attack. I didn