A brief background, I have an autoimmune disease that sometimes causes me to suffer from hypokalemia (among its many symptoms). Low potassium would usually entail dizziness, difficulty in breathing and basically, body malaise. While tutoring Brooklyn last night, I felt like I was trying to catch my breath. My voice was becoming less and less audible. I know I am few minutes from fainting but we’ve skipped a lot this week and I want to make up for the missed classes so I kept pushing, thinking it’s probably indigestion.
Brook asked me, what’s wrong mommy? Are you okay?
I told him that I was fine, but he kept on asking. He knew I was not okay.
Then I got up and told him I am going to go to the toilet and try to vomit because I cannot breathe. Very similar to indigestion. But I wasn’t able to vomit. When I opened the door, he was right behind it.
I asked him why was he there. Did he need to poop or something?
But he said, “I was there for you. I don’t know if you’re okay.”
After resting, I feel I need to go to the toilet again, he insisted and said, “mommy, let me come with you”
I told him I was already feeling better than earlier but he still insisted. He was right behind the door once again.
Two AM, I had to go to the toilet again, I thought he was asleep (yes, he was with us because he fell asleep playing Animal Crossing with his father), so I thought he was in deep slumber.
After I went out of the toilet, there he was again, monitoring me. Mommy, are you feeling bad?
I had to hug him so tight! I never felt so loved like how he had shown it last night.
My hypokalemia makes me so dizzy and weak that gives me the urge to vomit all the time. It was low indeed but not low enough to get admitted for another potassium infusion. It’s a good thing because that kind of infusion burns like crazy. It’s one of the most painful experiences I’ve had in my hospital ins and outs.
I am grateful because I am better now. Although I am stressed as hell, I am doing better.
God is good.