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OK, figured I'd share about my weekend since I asked another CC member to pray about some health issues (which she did due to PM responses) but it's best to get info from the horse's mouth.
Yes, I turned into a horse this weekend...no. But I did experience some sort of attack. Could have been a panic/anxiety attack, stress related something-or-other. Could have been anything. Had a minor argument with my middle kid, who was to go to Napa with me that day along with her sister, spending the day there before my last Nutcracker performance (no, I do not appear in a tutu - I play french horn in the orchestra).
The family trip is off since one kid is not with us and the youngest has a mild head cold. She wants the companionship of the car ride and is content to hang out backstage with her books and video games if we can't get a comp ticket for her. I car pool with a friend instead of driving the 90 min trip myself. Though we leave earlier than necessary, the unpredictable holiday traffic still makes us nearly late and we are rushing. At the theater, the mismanagement of the musician's parking lot adds about 15 minutes since they allowed the theater goers to park there and there was no place for us to park in that lot. I direct my kid one way, hoping she can figure things out. From the orchestra pit, I can't see her in the house, which is filling in. Maybe she is there, maybe not.
As the show is starting, my friend gets a text from her (I had left my phone in her car) that she is not allowed in. Apparently she had gone outside the theater instead of the green room or the house. I play in the overture. My friend does not, so I ask her to text my daughter. Eventually, I find out that she is in the lobby. OK, at least she's not out in the cold. During intermission, I find her and get her to the green room.
After the show, I find my phone and see a text from the ex. My daughter had texted her sister out of boredom, and she intercepted the message, I guess. The text blasted me for not leaving her home with her instead if I was going to leave her out in the cold, calling me selfish, etc. Since she was not there when I went to pick up the kids and the other kid had thrown me a curveball, I felt I did not deserve this, so I texted back that what happened was not the plan at all, that we had run into a snafu, that as soon as I as able, I got her to a more supervised location. Then I thanked her for judging me.
So maybe the stress of the day didn't hit until on the way home.
After a pleasant conversation in which my friend was telling a funny story about her family, I felt disoriented, as if I had just woken up. In my mind, it was the next day, and I was confused as to why I was still in my friend's car. I actually felt as if I was experiencing being in two different times, which was actually kind of fun and trippy. I had trouble breathing, so I opened the window a few times. While chatting, I was trying to wiggle fingers and toes, checking my extremities. Aside from the temporal confusion, I felt very coherent.
My breathing is more labored. I feel as if all the blood is being drained from my body. My friend, now realizing that something is amiss, pulls over, telling me I am very pale. Since this isn't just a dizzy spell, or anything that passes quickly, but gets worse, I agree with her that she should call 911. Things are still going downhill once the EMTs get there. So I get an ambulance ride to the hospital, where I am experiencing a lot of pressure in my chest. I confirm that my friend is taking my daughter to my place for her mother to pick her up as they are putting me in. They give me aspirin and nitro. When I confirm that the nitroglycerin was supposed to be administered sublengually, I realize that I am still rather coherent, since that's a big word. Good. If I am to recover from somthing, I would rather recover from a heart attack than a stroke.
At the ER, they take all sorts of test for blood oxygen (very low), BP and pulse (both very high, duh), sugar levels (normal), etc. and do chest X-rays (normal). After three hours, they test again. During this time, the pressure in my chest had subsided and disappeared. All the vitals were back to normal. No heart attack. They told me to get a heart stress test though, so I have to schedule that. My friend who is back now tells me. "You know, instead of going through all of this, you could have just said 'I need attention.'"
Probably against commons sense. I play two cantatas in the morning on 90 minutes of sleep. Then I am home and in an out of napping. I try chatting on CC at one time, but leave abruptly due to a nap attack (sorry Misty77, you weren't boring. It's not you, it's me!).
And now, here I am!
Yes, I turned into a horse this weekend...no. But I did experience some sort of attack. Could have been a panic/anxiety attack, stress related something-or-other. Could have been anything. Had a minor argument with my middle kid, who was to go to Napa with me that day along with her sister, spending the day there before my last Nutcracker performance (no, I do not appear in a tutu - I play french horn in the orchestra).
The family trip is off since one kid is not with us and the youngest has a mild head cold. She wants the companionship of the car ride and is content to hang out backstage with her books and video games if we can't get a comp ticket for her. I car pool with a friend instead of driving the 90 min trip myself. Though we leave earlier than necessary, the unpredictable holiday traffic still makes us nearly late and we are rushing. At the theater, the mismanagement of the musician's parking lot adds about 15 minutes since they allowed the theater goers to park there and there was no place for us to park in that lot. I direct my kid one way, hoping she can figure things out. From the orchestra pit, I can't see her in the house, which is filling in. Maybe she is there, maybe not.
As the show is starting, my friend gets a text from her (I had left my phone in her car) that she is not allowed in. Apparently she had gone outside the theater instead of the green room or the house. I play in the overture. My friend does not, so I ask her to text my daughter. Eventually, I find out that she is in the lobby. OK, at least she's not out in the cold. During intermission, I find her and get her to the green room.
After the show, I find my phone and see a text from the ex. My daughter had texted her sister out of boredom, and she intercepted the message, I guess. The text blasted me for not leaving her home with her instead if I was going to leave her out in the cold, calling me selfish, etc. Since she was not there when I went to pick up the kids and the other kid had thrown me a curveball, I felt I did not deserve this, so I texted back that what happened was not the plan at all, that we had run into a snafu, that as soon as I as able, I got her to a more supervised location. Then I thanked her for judging me.
So maybe the stress of the day didn't hit until on the way home.
After a pleasant conversation in which my friend was telling a funny story about her family, I felt disoriented, as if I had just woken up. In my mind, it was the next day, and I was confused as to why I was still in my friend's car. I actually felt as if I was experiencing being in two different times, which was actually kind of fun and trippy. I had trouble breathing, so I opened the window a few times. While chatting, I was trying to wiggle fingers and toes, checking my extremities. Aside from the temporal confusion, I felt very coherent.
My breathing is more labored. I feel as if all the blood is being drained from my body. My friend, now realizing that something is amiss, pulls over, telling me I am very pale. Since this isn't just a dizzy spell, or anything that passes quickly, but gets worse, I agree with her that she should call 911. Things are still going downhill once the EMTs get there. So I get an ambulance ride to the hospital, where I am experiencing a lot of pressure in my chest. I confirm that my friend is taking my daughter to my place for her mother to pick her up as they are putting me in. They give me aspirin and nitro. When I confirm that the nitroglycerin was supposed to be administered sublengually, I realize that I am still rather coherent, since that's a big word. Good. If I am to recover from somthing, I would rather recover from a heart attack than a stroke.
At the ER, they take all sorts of test for blood oxygen (very low), BP and pulse (both very high, duh), sugar levels (normal), etc. and do chest X-rays (normal). After three hours, they test again. During this time, the pressure in my chest had subsided and disappeared. All the vitals were back to normal. No heart attack. They told me to get a heart stress test though, so I have to schedule that. My friend who is back now tells me. "You know, instead of going through all of this, you could have just said 'I need attention.'"
Probably against commons sense. I play two cantatas in the morning on 90 minutes of sleep. Then I am home and in an out of napping. I try chatting on CC at one time, but leave abruptly due to a nap attack (sorry Misty77, you weren't boring. It's not you, it's me!).
And now, here I am!
All that being said, though, I didn't think bringing up your sublengual sex life was appropriate.
I would love to take over the world with you, Viola, but there's just one problem: your signature says you'll never turn to the Dark Side, and I was there a long time ago.
Also, I'm starting to wonder if we have enough cookies. I've heard that any good plot to take over the world requires lots of cookies (or is that just me who requires the cookies...)
How are your baking skills?
Also, I'm starting to wonder if we have enough cookies. I've heard that any good plot to take over the world requires lots of cookies (or is that just me who requires the cookies...)
How are your baking skills?