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Authors: Mary Wasowski
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behind my ears. “I’m going to have my nurse take your blood pressure and vitals, and then I’ll be back to speak with you. Please, Ms. Mitchell, continue taking calming breaths, and I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I didn’t understand what was happening to me, and then the same nurse entered my room to examine me.
“Welcome back, Ms. Mitchell.”
“Please call me Reese. What’s happening to me, and why do you have my hands restrained?”
Dr. Briggs will be back in a minute, and he will answer all of your questions.” She politely smiled and then left my room. Dr. Briggs? What happened to Phillip? My head was so fuzzy, and I was very confused to what was happening. Just then, Dr. Briggs walked back into my room, and he looked sad and troubled.
“How are you feeling, Ms. Mitchell?” He asked with a worried tone to his voice, how strange coming from a doctor, no less. He was a stranger to me, but yet I felt comfortable around him.
“Please call me Reese, and I’m not sure what’s going on.”
“If you answer my question first, Reese, I’ll answer yours.”
“I’m okay.” I lied. His one eyebrow rose with doubt. He doesn’t believe me, and why should he when I don’t myself. How can I be okay after losing my baby?
“How’s your pain level? Any discomfort at all?” he asked me as he checked my eyes with his light.
“I’m not in pain…physical pain, that is, but I am a little sore. My head is fuzzy, and I’m thirsty, maybe even a bit hungry.”
“Thirsty and hungry are good signs. I’ll have some soup brought in for you right away.”
“Will you feed me as well? You know with my hands being tied to the bed.”
I didn’t want to be rude to the kind doctor, but after all, I was still restrained and didn’t know why. He looked at me and once again stroked my cheek with his soft hands.
“If you promise to remain calm and try not to hurt yourself, then I will release you from your restraints.”
At that moment, I didn’t think I could feel any worse. All of my painful childhood memories about my depressed mother flashed back at me. Still restrained, I looked into his concerned eyes, and I began to cry.
“Dr. Briggs, I would never try to hurt myself…It’s just not possible. You must be mistaken.”
“I’m sorry Reese, but you did try to harm yourself. After I left your room, I along with my nurse heard you scream. By the time we reached your room, you were screaming and crying. You ripped out your I.V. You nearly fell to the floor trying to get out of bed. I had no choice but to sedate and restrain you. You slept for nearly six hours, and when you finally woke up, you began having an anxiety attack that mirrored a heart attack. Your heart rate accelerated, along with your blood pressure. Your breathing was unstable, and I needed to calm you before you went into cardiac arrest. Honestly, Ms. Mitchell, you scared me. I don’t ever remember a time when I was ever scared like that until I witnessed what happened with you.”
“You don’t even know me, Dr. Briggs, but I can assure you that whatever you were seeing was my reaction to losing my baby. I would never try to hurt myself; this I know for a fact.”
He removed my restraints, and his nurse assisted me with a shower. I was still very sore, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I refused the pain medicine. Having to feel this physical hurt right now was nothing compared to what my heart and mind were going through. I wanted to feel everything. This was my punishment for leaving Walker.
Dr. Briggs explained everything from the beginning. How I was screaming that I wanted to die, to pulling out my I.V. I can now see the bruising up my arms. I was shocked that I had slept all those hours, but my kind nurse that I now knew as Francesca explained that with the heavy medication I was on, this was normal. I had been dehydrated, and with the loss of blood, my body was very weak.
My meltdown didn’t help my condition, and after I
“Welcome back, Ms. Mitchell.”
“Please call me Reese. What’s happening to me, and why do you have my hands restrained?”
Dr. Briggs will be back in a minute, and he will answer all of your questions.” She politely smiled and then left my room. Dr. Briggs? What happened to Phillip? My head was so fuzzy, and I was very confused to what was happening. Just then, Dr. Briggs walked back into my room, and he looked sad and troubled.
“How are you feeling, Ms. Mitchell?” He asked with a worried tone to his voice, how strange coming from a doctor, no less. He was a stranger to me, but yet I felt comfortable around him.
“Please call me Reese, and I’m not sure what’s going on.”
“If you answer my question first, Reese, I’ll answer yours.”
“I’m okay.” I lied. His one eyebrow rose with doubt. He doesn’t believe me, and why should he when I don’t myself. How can I be okay after losing my baby?
“How’s your pain level? Any discomfort at all?” he asked me as he checked my eyes with his light.
“I’m not in pain…physical pain, that is, but I am a little sore. My head is fuzzy, and I’m thirsty, maybe even a bit hungry.”
“Thirsty and hungry are good signs. I’ll have some soup brought in for you right away.”
“Will you feed me as well? You know with my hands being tied to the bed.”
I didn’t want to be rude to the kind doctor, but after all, I was still restrained and didn’t know why. He looked at me and once again stroked my cheek with his soft hands.
“If you promise to remain calm and try not to hurt yourself, then I will release you from your restraints.”
At that moment, I didn’t think I could feel any worse. All of my painful childhood memories about my depressed mother flashed back at me. Still restrained, I looked into his concerned eyes, and I began to cry.
“Dr. Briggs, I would never try to hurt myself…It’s just not possible. You must be mistaken.”
“I’m sorry Reese, but you did try to harm yourself. After I left your room, I along with my nurse heard you scream. By the time we reached your room, you were screaming and crying. You ripped out your I.V. You nearly fell to the floor trying to get out of bed. I had no choice but to sedate and restrain you. You slept for nearly six hours, and when you finally woke up, you began having an anxiety attack that mirrored a heart attack. Your heart rate accelerated, along with your blood pressure. Your breathing was unstable, and I needed to calm you before you went into cardiac arrest. Honestly, Ms. Mitchell, you scared me. I don’t ever remember a time when I was ever scared like that until I witnessed what happened with you.”
“You don’t even know me, Dr. Briggs, but I can assure you that whatever you were seeing was my reaction to losing my baby. I would never try to hurt myself; this I know for a fact.”
He removed my restraints, and his nurse assisted me with a shower. I was still very sore, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I refused the pain medicine. Having to feel this physical hurt right now was nothing compared to what my heart and mind were going through. I wanted to feel everything. This was my punishment for leaving Walker.
Dr. Briggs explained everything from the beginning. How I was screaming that I wanted to die, to pulling out my I.V. I can now see the bruising up my arms. I was shocked that I had slept all those hours, but my kind nurse that I now knew as Francesca explained that with the heavy medication I was on, this was normal. I had been dehydrated, and with the loss of blood, my body was very weak.
My meltdown didn’t help my condition, and after I
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