A palliative care physician's brain bleed

<p>"As a runner, my pulse rests around fifty, but the ICU team had worried when it dipped to thirty-five, and my blood pressure hovered around ninety over fifty. Understandably, bags of saline were hung, and steroids were added. My headache improved, but my ankles disappeared, and I was often short of breath. Upon discharge, I went into full diuresis mode and spent the whole night after Thanksgiving toddling to and from the bathroom. As I passed through my parents’ room, my mom, brows furrowed, muttered: 'You are going to pass out if you keep going like this.'</p> <p>Early in the morning, I was shaky and frail but wanted to take full advantage of the large oval bathtub with the delicious array of bath oils and loofas. I crept to my mother’s side and informed her that I was going to take a bath, ignoring the nausea that was just starting to burn deep in my throat. I sat astride the tub and felt the warm stream of water flowing into the lattice of bubbles."</p> <p><a href= "https://www.tmphysiciannetwork.org/find-a-doctor/eve-makoff-md/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Eve Makoff</a> is an internal medicine physician.</p> <p>She shares her story and discusses her KevinMD article, "A physician’s story: 'Please come quickly. My brain is bleeding.'" (<a href= "https://www.kevinmd.com/blog/2020/06/a-physicians-story-please-come-quickly-my-brain-is-bleeding.html">https://www.kevinmd.com/blog/2020/06/a-physicians-story-please-come-quickly-my-brain-is-bleeding.html</a>)</p>