According to the report, my blood pressure decreased, my respiratory rate decreased, as did my circulation. I later found out that if I was not in the operating theatre under specialist care at the time it happened, I would have died - woah!
Now according to reports and what people have said, I had a tube put down my throat to breath, I had a central line put into my jugular vein which lead to my heart to put adrenalin straight into me to get me going again (see pic of it below)
Not me- but same deal
From the blue piece to the right was in me going to my heart!
Now I also was transferred by ambulance from Boulcott to Hutt Hospital (I was unconscious so don't remember that). I was bummed to know that the lights and sirens weren't used though - although since the two buildings are beside each other, I guess thats reasonable ;)
Now my poor husband was conscious the whole time, and got a call 21 minutes after he left me. He ran (doesn't generally run - bad knee) back to the hospital in 3 minutes. White as a ghost, they took his blood pressure to make sure he was ok - it was high surprisingly (well duh, not that much of a surprise). When he saw the surgeon coming towards him, he thought I was dead - but no takes more than that...