Apparently, this happened to the last four patients, meaning the batch of ketamine was likely defective... not me. Why they decided to not tell us that before we signed the consent form is beyond me.
I'm sorry to hide the story and details, but it was a bit too traumitzing for me to share over and over again. I need to regain my strength and fight.... because clearly there is little to no relief of my pain.
My parents NEVER left my side. My mom didn't change clothes or shower for 5 days because she didn't want to leave me (and I didn't want her too because I was so scared I would die). My father slept so he could be the voice of sanity for us. I always knew how amazing my parents were, but this event brought their amazing-ness to a whole new level. I've never had so much love and admiration for anyone in my life as I do for my mom and dad. They saved me last week.