What is that expression? "When you make plans, God laughs." Yes, that sums up my week.
It all started innocently enough. I had a quick breakfast on Monday morning after a lovely chat with my daughter and grand-daughter. I headed out for a quick doctor appointment to have my plantar warts treated and then I was headed to the pool for a swim.
At the doctor's office I mentioned to her about a dizzy spell I had on Thursday while grocery shopping and then again the previous night while doing yoga. She checked my blood pressure and then had me stand up to check it again. Apparently there was quite a drop, and my heart was slow and irregular and while all this was happening I got quite dizzy again.
Long story short she sent me to emergency. And so it began. Waiting. Xrays, Blood tests (a lot of blood tests), Cat scan, more blood tests, specialist brought in and it was decided I should stay overnight for another, different Cat Scan in the morning. If that wasn't bad enough I wasn't given anything to eat until 3:30 and then it was only 1/2 cup of orange juice. My husband went to the cafeteria and found a gluten free muffin and a bag of chips (super healthy, no?). When it was decided I was staying he went home and got me some more substantial food (peanut butter and banana sandwich) and the charger for my phone because it had totally died by 9pm.
Woken at 6am for more blood work, 7am for pharmacy consult, 8am for cat scan and finally back in my cubicle by 9am (with no breakfast). Luckily dh had brought me fruit and crackers and humus. After a quick snack I fell asleep (thank you atavan) until noon when the specialist woke me up to tell me all the tests were fine. WTF??
I was discharged with the plan to wear a heart monitor for 24 hours this coming week and then to see if that shows anything untoward.
After discharge I got my dh to take me out for a HUGE plate of pad thai, then I went home for a shower and a l o n g nap.
Wednesday I had some work at the school and decided I might as well go for it, so I worked Wednesday and Thursday.
Thursday night I was blessed to go see my great-niece in the starring role of Mulan at her middle school. It was wonderful and so were all the hugs I got from my nieces, and great-nieces and great-nephews.
Friday was my first Tai Chi lesson of the new term. (I missed last week because of snowmageddon). Then it was off to my Croatian lesson. I bought a new croatian novel that I read to my teacher and I am quite proud of how much I understood without her help. Yay me.
Saturday we had another lovely video chat with our daughter et al, and then we finally got around to some much needed housework and three loads of laundry. A good friend came for tea and a chat, and then last night I finally got around to getting the sweater I have been knitting to the point of joining up the sleeves with the body to begin the raglan decreases.
I am so nervous that it isn't going to fit properly that I have asked my son to do some measurements on the sweater he has that I knit for him 8 or 9 years ago. I will keep you posted next week because now I hit the parts where I am combining the three different patterns. Eek!
This morning I received this lovely photo from a friend I had knit a baby sweater for.
she has lots of growing room |
So that was my week. Not what I planned at all, but at least, so far, all indications are positive that it isn't anything serious. There were a lot of us in emergency that day with similar symptoms. It makes me wonder if there is some weird virus going around.
I will leave you with one of the many joys of my life.
this sweater my sister knit for my daughter 31 years ago and now it is on my grand-daughter |
how cute are these two? |
Have a good week all. I will try to stay out of the hospital for the coming days. Wish me luck.