A woman EMT was talking loudly to me, saying Kay over and over. She kept asking questions to see if I was coherent. She first said, "What year is this? I didn't answer her because I was still trying to figure out where I was, and  what was going on. Then she said, "Who's the president?"

I said, "Donald Trump."

She pointed to her watch, and said, "What's this?"

I said  "Watch." Slowly I was piecing together  that I was in an ambulance, and headed  to the hospital. But she didn't tell me what happened to me, or any details.

I could hear the sirens. I asked, "Where's  my husband?" She said, "He's on his way." Then they wheeled me into the ER  in Lee memorial hospital in Cape Coral,  Florida.

My heart was out of control, racing rapidly all over the place. My blood pressure was sky high.  They immediately hooked me up to a heart monitor. I kept looking for my husband,  Billy. But with morning rush hour traffic,  it took him about an hour to get there.

The ER nurse was on top of my situation,  and very attentive to me. They started  X-rays on me about 11:00 a.m, after Billy  got there. Various doctors, med techs, and attendees came in, took blood, etc.   Some thought that I must have had either a stroke or a seizure. Strokes run  in my family, and this scared the hell out  of me. They kept asking me dumb questions like, "Where are you?" and "What day is this?" They admitted me to  the hospital about 4:00 p.m. that afternoon, and took me to my room.

By Saturday morning my heart rate and  blood pressure had stabilized, and came  way down. Positive news! That afternoon  they took an ultra sound on my heart.   Sunday they took an MRI to see if I'd had  a stroke or a seizure. By Monday they gave me the results. No strokes or seizures. Dr. Wong told me on Sunday  afternoon that I could go home Monday.

When they discharged me at 3:00 p.m  Monday, they gave me two prescription  to control my heart, and a blood thinner.

My husband, Billy filled me in about what  happened to me that morning at 7:30 a.m when we both got up. He went to the  kitchen to make coffee. He said something to me, and I didn't answer. Then he came to the bathroom. I was  sitting on the toilet, limp as a rag, and  wasn't answering him. He poured cold  water on me, slapped and yelled at me, but couldn't revive me. He was scared to death, and thought he'd lost me.

All I remembered was when I sat down  on the stool, I felt like I was going to faint, and needed a wet washcloth on  my face. But I didn't just faint, I went  unconscious. The doctors never really 
gave us an answer about what caused  me to go unconscious, and my heart to  go into A Fib.

Billy and I believe it was the result of the  two medications Dr. Abel's Nurse Practitioner prescribed for me, for a virus. One was cough syrup with Codeine, which I'm allergic to. It's been
on my medical records for years. The  second med was Levofloxicin, a narcotic,  500 milligrams. It was a prescription drug overdose, mixing a narcotic with an  opioid. My.small and fragile.system couldn't take it, and went into shock.

From Friday to Monday they gave me an  EKG, Echocardiogram, Ultra Sound on my heart, and MRI. The Neurologist said my  MRI was good. It showed no seizures or  strokes. Good news indeed!

When my cardiologist, Chris Jones read  my heart monitor I had to wear for ten  days at home, he said the A Fib ' s doing  good, and gave me another appointment.  He said to go back to my normal activities, water aerobics, walking, and working out on my fitness bike.
I'm doing better now, and this old gal might make it a few more quality years.

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