May 9, 2008...6:13 pm

Lovely day ends in near disaster.

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It was a nice day as far as Thursdays go.

Put the screamers on the bus, take velcrodog for a walk, hiss at sauerkraut, and then off to get some work done.

Nice day outside, sunny and not much wind.  But I spent most of a fine day inside away from the sun that had given me the look of burnt toast from the prior two days.

In the evening, it was a nice piece of bbq’d chicken (gazebo room dressing, not tomato base) accompanied by fresh cauliflower and some garlic bread.  Then it was off to the big band bash.

Dropped the teener off on time and saved a row of seats in the new auditorium.  Sat to the various bands, clapping along the way and laughing at the humor.

One song to go and I was already thinking of which ice cream place we’d stop at to treat the teener for all the effort he put into playing with the various bands he didn’t want to play with just to get a seat in the ensemble.

Then I realized something wasn’t quite right.

I leaned over to herself and muttered I am about to have a big problem.

What happened next I do not know.  What I remembered next was the ride in the buggy to the med center.

Are you diabetic?  Have you ever had this problem before?  How do you feel?  Any chest pain?  How much do you weigh?  Did you throw up?  When did this happen?  Do you mind if we insert a catheter?  Heart rate down to 30!  Let’s get that IV going!  What’s your normal heart rate?  Can you move your fingers?  Squeeze my hands, squeeze my hands!

So many questions so quickly that I became confused.  What the hell was going on?

Faces were going by.  Jim Fixx.  Bruce Ellis.  Andy Kelly.  Jim Sapienza.  Eddie Sheehan.  Runners all, felled by sudden heart events.

Stick a needle here.  Stick a needle there.  Man, I was getting needled something fierce but there was nothing humorous about it.

It’s nearly 24 hours later and I feel like shit.  But it wasn’t a heart attack or a stroke.  But that didn’t stop them from giving me more tests than britney spears has underwear.

Damn!

And I have to go back for outpatient testing!

After being home for about 3 hours, I realize that I smell like the ER.  Blech!

I’m getting a shower and going to bed.

 

 

 

11 Comments

  • My fingers are crossed that it’s nothing serious. Sending good thoughts…

  • … oh my god! I’m so sorry! I hope it’s nothing serious! I hope you get better soon.

  • How are you doing? Hope all is well. What was the diagnosis/prognosis?

  • As the lady said. How you be?

  • Man I bet that was surreal. I hate to sound redundant, but I’m with them. How goes it?

  • Ahem. What’s a-goin’ on? Not to be an old fuddy duddy or anything, but you can’t just disappear like that or we will get worried.

  • I hope things are ok, I am just now getting around after a few days of blogging abstinence. Let us know soon.

  • No answers yet.

    Sinus infection gone amok seems to be the thing right now. I’m a boy from the northern woods; never really had seasonal allergies until I came down here.

    More tests on Monday. Yahoo!

  • I read somewhere that sinus infections can actually get so bad they spread from the sinus cavity into your brain….I’m certainly glad you saw a doctor before that happened. ;0

  • Brain?

    Who has time for brains?

    They took me off the zyrtec last week and I must admit I feel so much better. I might even be able to think before the weekend is over.

  • We’re glad you’re up and about. Still, relax. I hear that thinking is highly over-rated.

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