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Yesterday I had a bit of a scare, and it really hammers home the fact that no good deed goes unpunished. Or that karma is coming back to bite me in the ass. Either way, it sucked.
Rewind to Wednesday, when I went to the doctor about my back and got a steroid shot (my leg is hurting and my toes are tingling, I think my bulging disk is cranky). This does two things to me - it's a diuretic, and I swear it kept me up (along with the storm, but the loony bird post is a post in itself). So now I'm drinking and peeing like mad, and got about 3 hours of sleep.
Thursday I gave blood, for which they cursed me with vouchers for Royals tickets. Still fine and dandy, if a little tired, got home, and went to walk the dog in this ungodly heat (I think it was about 102 yesterday?). Still fine, it's just around the block.
Halfway done feeling fine, go to do the responsible dog owner thing and crouch down to pick up after her, stand up, and... it all goes to hell.
I freeze, and my husband asks if I'm okay. I stubbornly say I will be, as I'm sure the nausea and dizziness will disappear in a minute. And they subside to a bearable level, and we keep going. Except instead of getting better, it gets worse. I stop a few times to put my head down, but I'm worried I'm not going to make it. Half a block. Half a block! I could skip half a block in heels most days! Still too stubborn to tell him to go get the car, we can see the bloody house.
Four houses to go, a neighbor had a sprinkler running. I walk through it, in my dress shoes and work dress and all. Feel better for about two property lengths. Manage to get to the house, wobble up the driveway, and go to throw out the baggie. Suddenly very, very, very not okay. Stumble though the front door. Ten feet to the couch. Not sure I'm going to make it. So dizzy I can't walk straight. My stomach hurts and I want to hurl. Momentum, I think, caries me the last few feet and I collapse on the couch, probably seconds before I would have passed out. He brings me a glass of water, then another, and I last there for awhile. Eventually I can get up, and move a little, but I end up sleeping for a good hour on the couch. Didn't feel quite right the rest of the evening, and truth be told, not 100% now. But I'm still planning on going out tonight, I will just take it very, very, very carefully.
What shocked me was how fast it happened. From the first signs of "all is not well" to "she's going down!" couldn't have been 10 minutes, and I was just strolling. Not pushing it, not working hard. Just walking.
So be careful in the heat.
Next time: the storm, the loony bird, and why you should plug your subwoofer into a surge protector, too.
Rewind to Wednesday, when I went to the doctor about my back and got a steroid shot (my leg is hurting and my toes are tingling, I think my bulging disk is cranky). This does two things to me - it's a diuretic, and I swear it kept me up (along with the storm, but the loony bird post is a post in itself). So now I'm drinking and peeing like mad, and got about 3 hours of sleep.
Thursday I gave blood, for which they cursed me with vouchers for Royals tickets. Still fine and dandy, if a little tired, got home, and went to walk the dog in this ungodly heat (I think it was about 102 yesterday?). Still fine, it's just around the block.
Halfway done feeling fine, go to do the responsible dog owner thing and crouch down to pick up after her, stand up, and... it all goes to hell.
I freeze, and my husband asks if I'm okay. I stubbornly say I will be, as I'm sure the nausea and dizziness will disappear in a minute. And they subside to a bearable level, and we keep going. Except instead of getting better, it gets worse. I stop a few times to put my head down, but I'm worried I'm not going to make it. Half a block. Half a block! I could skip half a block in heels most days! Still too stubborn to tell him to go get the car, we can see the bloody house.
Four houses to go, a neighbor had a sprinkler running. I walk through it, in my dress shoes and work dress and all. Feel better for about two property lengths. Manage to get to the house, wobble up the driveway, and go to throw out the baggie. Suddenly very, very, very not okay. Stumble though the front door. Ten feet to the couch. Not sure I'm going to make it. So dizzy I can't walk straight. My stomach hurts and I want to hurl. Momentum, I think, caries me the last few feet and I collapse on the couch, probably seconds before I would have passed out. He brings me a glass of water, then another, and I last there for awhile. Eventually I can get up, and move a little, but I end up sleeping for a good hour on the couch. Didn't feel quite right the rest of the evening, and truth be told, not 100% now. But I'm still planning on going out tonight, I will just take it very, very, very carefully.
What shocked me was how fast it happened. From the first signs of "all is not well" to "she's going down!" couldn't have been 10 minutes, and I was just strolling. Not pushing it, not working hard. Just walking.
So be careful in the heat.
Next time: the storm, the loony bird, and why you should plug your subwoofer into a surge protector, too.