This thread is based on my recent experiences while hospitalized for a medical condition and the night and day differences between medical professionals who understand PTSD and those that don't.
A breif recap. A few weeks ago I posted this thread. https://www.myptsd.com/threads/fear-of-being-labled-a-hypochondriac.54342/ Well, it turns out it was more serious than I imagined. and I was bleeding internally. I saw my Dr. this last monday and asked if my worsening weakness and clod sensitivity could be anemia since thyroid had been ruled out. It was. My Dr. said if i hadn't gone in and got that test I would have been dead by the end of the week. The only reason he didn't call for an ambulance was that my husband was driving.
Here is where PTSD knowledgeable medical professionals versus non knowledgeable comes in to play. I went into the hospital through the E.R. As they were preparing me for a blood transfusion I started panicking. The thought of being given someone else blood started freaking me out. For the record, I was totally unaware that I was hyperventilating, not even sure i really was, even though they kept saying I was.
My husband informs them that I have PTSD and asks them to give me a minute to calm down. My husband who isn't always the most supportive person went into supper supportive overdrive and had me about 85% calm when the Dr.s showed back up with 4 security guards and told them to hold me down and that they were giving me an injection of haldol.
My husband was like "No way!" and they told him they were kicking him out of the hospital if he didn't get out of their way. They held me down and gave me the injection while i was screaming, "I don't consent, I don't consent" Afterwards they kept telling me how much calmer I was, but I didn't feel it and kept sobbing.Something I wasn't doing before.
Fast forward about 5 hours later and I am getting settled after being admitted. Upstairs away from the E.R. It was like a different world. They were so calm and patient with me. They went out of their way to explain everything in detail today me and put my mind at ease. They recognized when I was having flashbacks, and while they knew that I had PTSD, with out me having to tell them, they figured out that I had a traumatic experience that I associated being in the hospital with.
I'll be the first to admit that I was being a difficult patient, and horribly unreasonable at times. I would apologized later fearful I had made such incredibly supportive people angry at me. They just explained to me that they understood that, and I quote "Was dealing with amygdala hijacking."
They brought in an awesome psychiatrist to see me, who is going to take me on as a regular patient. One of the nurses also went out of their way to help my husband understand how better to support me. Between the staff and my husband doing a complete 180 when it comes to supporting me, I seriously have never felt that kind of support in my life, and it has made a world of difference.
I guess where I am going with this is how much of an impact both knowledgeable and knowledgeable professionals can have. They can do so much harm, but they can also do a lot of good. I have always been painfully aware of how much damage can be done from people who don't get it, but I never really saw that the opposite can be true as well. I am still upset about what happened in the E.R. but I am thankful I got to experience the reverse as well.
A breif recap. A few weeks ago I posted this thread. https://www.myptsd.com/threads/fear-of-being-labled-a-hypochondriac.54342/ Well, it turns out it was more serious than I imagined. and I was bleeding internally. I saw my Dr. this last monday and asked if my worsening weakness and clod sensitivity could be anemia since thyroid had been ruled out. It was. My Dr. said if i hadn't gone in and got that test I would have been dead by the end of the week. The only reason he didn't call for an ambulance was that my husband was driving.
Here is where PTSD knowledgeable medical professionals versus non knowledgeable comes in to play. I went into the hospital through the E.R. As they were preparing me for a blood transfusion I started panicking. The thought of being given someone else blood started freaking me out. For the record, I was totally unaware that I was hyperventilating, not even sure i really was, even though they kept saying I was.
My husband informs them that I have PTSD and asks them to give me a minute to calm down. My husband who isn't always the most supportive person went into supper supportive overdrive and had me about 85% calm when the Dr.s showed back up with 4 security guards and told them to hold me down and that they were giving me an injection of haldol.
My husband was like "No way!" and they told him they were kicking him out of the hospital if he didn't get out of their way. They held me down and gave me the injection while i was screaming, "I don't consent, I don't consent" Afterwards they kept telling me how much calmer I was, but I didn't feel it and kept sobbing.Something I wasn't doing before.
Fast forward about 5 hours later and I am getting settled after being admitted. Upstairs away from the E.R. It was like a different world. They were so calm and patient with me. They went out of their way to explain everything in detail today me and put my mind at ease. They recognized when I was having flashbacks, and while they knew that I had PTSD, with out me having to tell them, they figured out that I had a traumatic experience that I associated being in the hospital with.
I'll be the first to admit that I was being a difficult patient, and horribly unreasonable at times. I would apologized later fearful I had made such incredibly supportive people angry at me. They just explained to me that they understood that, and I quote "Was dealing with amygdala hijacking."
They brought in an awesome psychiatrist to see me, who is going to take me on as a regular patient. One of the nurses also went out of their way to help my husband understand how better to support me. Between the staff and my husband doing a complete 180 when it comes to supporting me, I seriously have never felt that kind of support in my life, and it has made a world of difference.
I guess where I am going with this is how much of an impact both knowledgeable and knowledgeable professionals can have. They can do so much harm, but they can also do a lot of good. I have always been painfully aware of how much damage can be done from people who don't get it, but I never really saw that the opposite can be true as well. I am still upset about what happened in the E.R. but I am thankful I got to experience the reverse as well.