Call from the Doc & a Rough Night

Some days just start out bad.  Yesterday morning after I did my makeup sitting down my heart rate was 146.  That should have been my clue that it was gonna be a rough day health-wise.

I was doing pretty well through lunch time and early afternoon.  I was out on the front porch with the dogs and goats and wanted to fill up their water bowl.  There was a hose hooked up to the faucet and I had to unscrew the hose.  I was bending down in the sun to achieve this.  By the time I stood back up, the symptoms started hitting me almost instantaneously.

I got to my seat on the couch with a big glass of water.  Everything started getting spinny and dizzy.  Nausea hit hard.  I didn’t move from that spot until Tom got home and could help me walk to the bathroom.  I used oxygen and started chugging Gatorade.  The only cold one we had was lemon lime.  Worst flavor ever.  I am glad they kept making flavors and didn’t just stop at that one.  I whined about it on Facebook which worked out to my favor because my Monica brought me cold yummy Gatorade flavors and a banana slurpee!

It was great.  Then I projectile vomited banana slurpee everywhere.  That was less great.

When people say they wish they could be like me and not have to work and just sit on the couch all day, I feel like they sometimes forget to include the spinning rooms, dizziness and lightheadedness, headaches, tremors, near constant leg and arm pain, projectile vomit, and needing help with the simplest task of walking to the bathroom.

The doctor called me yesterday.  Not a nurse or receptionist, the doctor herself.  She started by saying, “I just wanted to call you personally to discuss your lab results.” ******** cue panic*********

Evidently, my vitamin D levels are not increasing the way they should be based on the giant doses I am taking.  She said my body is not absorbing the vitamin.  Apparently the fix for this is to drink 1 oz. of this stuff half an hour before I take my vitamin D and it should help me to absorb it.  She did not describe the drink in a very appetizing way, so that sounds like fun… or more vomit.  One or the other.

BTW, here’s a glimpse of my nightstand.  It makes me laugh occasionally.  Gatorade, Gatorade, Gatorade, water bottle, glass of Gatorade with ice, Kindle fire, and crackers.

Oh, and please let me just clear it up for you.  There is no magic pressure point to take away nausea.  Stop saying that.

Last night was also the first time that my core got too hot and air conditioning and fan didn’t work enough.  We slept in the basement guest room last night.  I think the dogs must think we’re crazy with all the moving around where we sleep… and by sleep I mean wander on the internet with small naps off and on.

Ok, that was a lot of whining.  I don’t mean to whine by the way, I just want to make sure that I do accurately portray what this condition can be like.  Please understand that I am happy and I think I have the best life of anyone around, but it wouldn’t be fair to never mention the projectile banana slurpee vomit.

Also, look at this meme.  This made my morning.  Gotta love Bolt.

Here’s to today being much better!  I hope y’all have a great day and stay cool and hydrated!  PS mom, we might come visit you and your air conditioning today!