Happy March 1st, SF peeps! Couldn't fall back asleep after 3:30am so there will probably be a nap in my near future.
Beautiful weather today, high of 84°. Tomorrow and for the rest of the week it'll be bouncing around in the 70s. This is one of those perfect temperature spells when the house needs no help from heat or AC.
No GKs this weekend - I had a health crisis that put me in the hospital for 24 hours Thurs-Fri so I'm laying low for the moment as my body swings back to normal. Cliffs Notes version: I donated blood and my normally low BP cratered to 60/35, then swung extremely high because of all the sodium in the IVs.
Longer story: DH took me to the ER because I passed out a few times (scared the crap out of him), but the triage clerk didn't believe my situation was all that serious and told me to wait in the chairs. I passed out within 10 minutes in the waiting room, falling head first out of the chair onto the tile covered concrete floor.
DH said the security guard called a full code and within 15 seconds of my hitting the turf, a team rushed into the waiting room from the ER treatment area. As I began regaining consciousness, this team was getting me on a gurney. Wheeled me in a room. In nothing flat, one person had an IV running, another was drawing blood from my other arm, a third was cutting off my shirt, and I'm fuzzy on what everyone else was doing but DH said there were at least 10 medical people buzzing around me.
I watched this through the haze of lightheadedness and thought to myself, Right... it's just like on TV. Having watched a lot of medical shows over the years, none of what they were doing distressed or frightened me. It just felt slightly surreal to be part of the show, in a manner of speaking.
Lots of drama and tests over the next 48 hours, including a CT scan of my head because it apparently made a loud crack when I hit the tile over concrete floor, but I'm finally mostly back to normal.
I want to give a special shoutout to dear
@Pepper, who I texted with some. She came through with much needed laughs and levity along with her concern.
p.s. Note to self: No more blood donations.