I didn’t even imagine waking up this morning. But life is a miracle and I am a believer, so here I am.
The last week brought all sorts of crazy things but I tried my best to see the silver linings and be grateful. I am. I also blogged on as though nothing happened. But plenty did, and the one that freaked me out the most was what happened yesterday.
It was a normal Sunday, except I woke up with a tummy ache. Nothing that would make the news headlines, but considering all the other stuff on my plate to give me indigestion, this was the last thing I worried about, relegating it to my “this too shall pass” list.
However hell hath no fury like a pain scorned, so my tummy rebelled. I ignored it and carried on with my day, cooking, answering doorbells and phone calls, doing the dishes, eating, watching tv, working, chatting with my husband and watching Wodehouse Playhouse with him. All this punctuated by phone calls with my son, and phone calls with a couple of close friends that made me happy.
When I am happy, I do not listen to my body talk, even if it is whining. Especially if it is whining – I tell it to …. you know what!
All good, you’re thinking eh? So was I.
Except, it wasn’t.
Dinner time arrived and we sat down to eat.
I should have seen it coming then – I wasn’t hungry. Yet, being a diabetic means I can’t skip meals and so I dutifully finished. Washed up in the kitchen and after admiring the spotlessness – read empty sink – for two minutes, came back to settle down and publish a blog post.
A few minutes later, I felt queasy. Several visits to the washroom later, I thought I felt better, but I wasn’t. Then I felt that weird rush that comes before the urge to puke and I made it into the washroom in time.
Half an hour later, all washed up and washed out, I sat down again, to resume where I had left off, much to the irritation of my rather annoyed husband. I said – just five minutes and I’ll be done.
Of course, I wasn’t done five minutes later, but I was close. I finished the blog post, and clicked the preview.
While the page loaded, as I watched that little squiggly going round and round, I felt my head do the same. I realized I was dizzy. My head was spinning.
Instead of just lying own on the bed I was sitting on, I did the stupidest thing possible. I got up to go to the kitchen, thinking I might drink some water.
The next thing I knew?
I was in a heap near the door.
My table had crashed into pieces.
My laptop was a couple of feet away, the screen dismantled slightly and the battery was a few inches away from it.
Whatever I had on the table next to the laptop was scattered all over.
My husband, who had been on the phone and had just walked to the living room came running back. I can only imagine what he must have gone through, to see this crazy sight.
First thing he did was pick me up. I was hurting all over – and bruised, probably because of where I fell.
Of course, with his help, I got up rather cheerfully. The dizziness had passed, leaving a dull headache behind.
Of course, I wanted to finish off that blog post – and my husband looked like he was about to explode.
And so I went to bed.
I woke up this morning, made the coffee as usual and cautiously had half a cup.
A while later, I got a call from my son to say he’s not well. I am not sure how I kept my voice steady – but I did – and reassured him he’d be okay and asked him to go to the health center. As of writing this, he feels better, as do I. Worst thing is to be far off when he’s not well.
That’s my story for today. The past week hasn’t been great, but this seemed like the last straw!
Takeaways from the experience?
- What goes down will come up. It did.
- Best thing to do in any situation is find the good parts, however hard that might be. I usually do the T chart – where I list the positives on the left and the not so greats on the right. Guess which side gets really heavy! The left. Always.
- Always be conscious about health. In retrospect, I felt I wouldn’t have experienced the crash if I hadn’t skipped my walk yesterday.
- Where there’s a problem, there’s a solution – the trick is to keep a clear head. I tried really hard.
- Love makes all the difference, of which I have plenty.
But hey – I was scared out of my wits you know! The last time I passed out, I think, was 20 years ago – from low blood pressure.
That’s it from me today. I have some recovering to do!
Cheer me up with one good thing that you experienced recently ♥ in the comments!