Long-Term Effects of Ventilator and Tracheostomy
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Rheumatologist: “how are you feeling? ICU PTSD can happen after such an experience.”
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Rheumatologist: “how are you feeling? ICU PTSD can happen after such an experience.”
Me: “I’m fine.”
This conversation occurred two weeks after
I’d been discharged from the hospital after my medical
adventure. And the very next day, my GP brandished a
pneumonia vaccine and I burst into tears, terrified that it would give me
pneumonia.
I am not usually a burster.
Still, PTSD sounded like an awfully big
word for what I was feeling. I shied away from doing any actual research,
instead relying on my vast experience as a moviegoer. I could certainly
understand why soldiers would experience PTSD, but I’d just been in the
hospital. Right?
Eight months later it’s very clear that
something’s gone a little wonky.
The
physical and the terror
My voice still gets strained very easily.
Not only do I often sound like a frog, but there are other frequent symptoms.
Pain when I talk, a lump in my throat, and I develop a cough at the drop of a hat.
And it’s been freaking me out. Except that
term sounds a little mild to describe my reaction. Intense anxiety. Panic
attacks. Terror.
The signs behind my hospital bed
I think it has a lot to do with not
remembering. My last memory before waking up with a tracheostomy in the ICU was
feeling like I was coming down with something while visiting the museum. I have
no memory of getting the flu, then pneumonia, going to emerg, being admitted
into isolation, moving to the ICU, and during that time having more and more
trouble breathing until the event that led to being intubated and put on a
ventilator. I have no memory of being extubated and my vocal cords swelling. I
just heard repeatedly from the hospital staff who’d been present how scary it
was, and about the CPR, and the flatline.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to
remember any of it. It sounds perfectly awful and having this blank space in my
memory is a distinct blessing. But it is also contributing to the anxiety.
Because if these things could happen once, who’s to say they won’t happen
again? And when my throat hurts when I talk, when I feel like there’s a lump in
my throat — and know it’s one of the symptoms of issues with your vocal cords —
and my voice gets strained also at the drop of a hat, how close am I to that
edge?
And did you know it is next to impossible
to find any information on the Internet about the aftermath of being
ventilated/having a tracheostomy?
Triggered
Last week I was going to my dentist for the
crown prep on one of the teeth that was broken during the CPR. The night
before, I dreamt I had trouble breathing and was about to be intubated. In a
concentration camp.
“You were triggered,” my friend Laurie said when I told her
about it. Triggered??
A couple of months ago I finally admitted
to myself that I need help in learning to de-escalate my anxiety when it hits (which
is often). My doctor got me on the waitlist for a program in cognitive
behavioural therapy and recommended an app called PTSD Coach,
published by the Canadian military. I checked it out, answered the 17-question
assessment. And:
Huh.
Obviously, the app is not a mental health
professional, but it did surprise me. And then I started thinking that still
having this much anxiety half a year after the discharge from the hospital indicated
that I while I slowly move up at the waitlist for the counselling, something
else was needed. So I booked a follow-up appointment with the ENT clinic.
The
wonderful feeling of normal
I saw a really nice doctor who really
listened. And who, after I rattled off all my symptoms and resulting anxiety,
said these wonderful words: “of course you feel like that. This is normal to
us, but completely new to you.”
And in that one short sentence, he
normalized my experience. Then he did it one better by pointing out that there’d
been a lot of forceful rooting around in my throat and it was no wonder that my
vocal cords were still offended.
And I could feel every part of me relax,
including my throat.
He also scoped my vocal cords very
thoroughly. They looked fine and as long as my RA meds are working, he didn’t
think there was any need to worry about them swelling out of the blue. Then he
diagnosed me with MTD.
I have muscle
tension dysphonia, or voice strain due to
muscle tension, in my case likely related to anxiety. I got a referral for
physiotherapy for my vocal cords with a speech pathologist. Who also happens to
be a psychotherapist. It’ll cost money, but it’ll be worth it.
I’m on the waitlist for that, too, but it’s
okay. I’ve been much less anxious about my weird throat symptoms since. Which
is an improvement. And hopefully within the next couple of months, I’ll get the
help I need to cope when I’m triggered.
This is for that person who is freaked out
about all the aftereffects of having been on a ventilator or had a tracheostomy
and can’t find any information about it. Please know that your symptoms are likely
normal and it can take quite a while for everything to settle down again. If
your ENT doctor did not schedule a follow-up, make the call yourself so you can
get some answers. And if you’re dealing with anxiety, talk to your doctor about
counselling.
You had a very scary experience. Facing
that, processing that is important. Because you need to be able to get on with
this life of yours, rather than being stuck in the nightmare of almost losing
it.
And so do I.
Comments
Kirsten
PTSD? I don't know, is it? I have no life right now other than going from bed to couch, couch to bed w/o and other activities is getting the best of me!! I really don't know where to turn! I'm so frustrated