08/26/2025
(5/7) “I’m bad at being a patient, myself. Other than having babies, I hadn’t had a hospital stay until this past year. One night, I attended a concert with my husband and some friends. On the way home, I developed a sudden, intense headache. When I got home, I began vomiting and was very sensitive to both light and sound. I’d gotten migraines in the past, but it had been years since my last one. Plus, this one was markedly worse. I knew something was wrong, but I finally got settled enough to go to sleep.
I woke up the next morning and was letting the dog out when my oldest son told me I tripped over the dog bowls and stumbled onto the couch. I don’t remember any of it. He said, ‘Mom, can I get you some water?’ I was confused and disoriented. He got me a glass and told me I couldn’t figure out how to drink it. He called Ryan, my husband, and was like, ‘You need to come home. There’s something wrong with Mom.’ My husband assumed I had a bad migraine and told him, ‘Just let Mom sleep.’ Three minutes later, he called again, saying, ‘Dad, you have to come home. I'm really worried.’ My husband rushed home and said that when he walked inside, I was lying on my side with dried vomit coming out of my mouth. I’d also lost control of my bladder. He picked me up, changed my clothes, and put me in bed. When I heard the story later, I was like, ‘Ryan! That should’ve been a 911 call.’
The next thing I remember, I woke up in bed. I called my best friend, who does infusions, to come by and give me fluids. But hearing my story, she said, ‘None of this makes sense. Go to the ER.’ Ryan took me to a hospital near my home, and they did a scan. It was abnormal, but they gave me a shot of a nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drug and Benadryl and sent me home. The next day, I still had this monster headache, and now had two of my close nurse friends telling me I needed to go to another hospital. After more convincing, I decided I’d go the next day. After the grandparents arrived to watch our kids that morning, I went to Mercy because one of my friends who worked there was like, ‘I swear to you, if you aren’t here by 7:15 a.m., I’m coming to get you myself.’”
Angelique Dreisewerd, RN, BSN, C-NPT, Pediatric Flight Nurse at BJC HealthCare-St. Louis Children's Hospital
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