First thank you to everyone who reached out yesterday. Unfortunately, I don’t really have any better answers now that when it first happened. I am largely sharing this now to help explain to those who I freaked out yesterday, right after I freaked out and because as seen in comments already others have experience these things and seem to be just fine…which is reassuring!
Around 10AM yesterday I got up and went to hang on our pull up bar for a second to see if it would loosen up my back, in doing so I became extremely light headed and when I tried to step down found I had no control of my body and blacked out. Then as I was trying to get up I started to convulse in basically a boat pose.
All in all this was probably minute total, but truly it just scared the crap out of me. After getting my bearings I tried to call David and my mom, but both were at work and so I missed them initially. I was trying to calm myself down instead of having a major freak out…so after 1 Google, I stopped and I started to get dressed…yup completely weird.
David called about 5 minutes later and I gave him a heart attack with my news, so he rushed home. As a runner, I am pretty used to weird things hurting and then simply stopping so …no I really had no intention of going to a doctor unless something else happened. David for the only time in his life was emphatic that a doctor’s visit was required, so I agreed to go to Urgent Care where I had seen that doctor a few times.
You will probably not be surprised to hear that doctor said, you have to go to the ER and have a CAT scan now. Again, I was ready to say aww screw it but he kind of scared me so off we went.
After covering the core 4, again and again:
Yup I eat a lot
Yup I drink a lot
Nope not pregnant
Yup I swear my electrolytes are balanced
I hunkered down in my lovely hospital down for an EKG, blood work and finally a CAT scan. Through all of this the monitor next to my bed was blinking and beeping because my resting heart rate is 44BPM…this is not normal, unless you are an athlete. So each new person in had to go through the “OHH you run marathons. Those are crazy, I could never do that. I don’t even like to run a mile.” Good times…especially when random orderly’s or paramedics were in the ER and could hear me beeping so they would peek to make sure someone wasn’t dying.
Hours later my fingers were blue because it was so cold in there and I was in tears because I wanted to go home. The second a resident said my CAT scan was fine, I started unhooking electrodes and then started working on taking the IV out of my arm. Weird, probably, but I really didn’t care I was ready to get out.
Hence at the end of the day I spent a bunch of money to go see my doctor, who told me to go to the ER and then have the ER tell me I needed to go back to my doctor. I do know that it was not technically a “seizure” as I first thought because I was conscious. I really don’t know if that makes it any better, but there you have it.
So huge thanks to everyone who reached out to me, all the prayers and love. Today honestly I’m tired, but really I feel fine and did yesterday after it passed. I am chalking this up to a very random thing and will simply be paying attention to how I feel over the next week before Houston.