I was hospitalized again late February because I was experiencing a myriad of symptoms, which led me to be monitored in the ICU. As always, whenever I am in the hospital, I need to provide a list of information to the nurses - drug allergies, current/previous health conditions, medication i'm on, etc. And when you have a long list of chronic illnesses, this is quite a tedious process. Anyway, I may have this condition called Vertebrobasilar Insufficiency, which means that there is a lack of blood flowing to my brain.
My sis suggested that I type these out so that my family can have access to this info in case something were to happen to me (i.e. I collapse from a stroke). While I am in the midst of doing this and storing it in a cloud, I'm thinking that I will need a medical ID bracelet.
Joke is, the bracelet does not have enough space for me to list out everything. After discussing with a doctor friend, I've narrowed it down to what's most important, with a note to look through my wallet for a complete list of medications i'm on, and that I do not want to be resuscitated if I fall into a coma.
While discussing and contemplating this, I felt this sense of - "this is it". The end feels like it is drawing nearer - what with my body deteriorating, and I seem to be collecting new diagnoses and conditions every so often. And yet, to some extent, I'm feeling some sense of acceptance, that i'm ready for this.
One thing that hit me is that I don't have an emergency contact. My parents won't be able to take action if anything were to happen to me. And my sisters may not be around. I think I felt sadder with this realization as compared to my preparation for medical emergencies.
