Guess my darling hubby and I must be getting too big for our britches and needed a wakeup as to what is important in life. LOL. Last Friday we went to the gym and met with our individual personal trainers for the second week of our "going to get healthy, do it right, or bust" mantra for the new year. Now keep in mind that we have been going to the gym off and on for the past two years we've been here in Florida and all without a problem. Ray has gone more than I have due to my spinal surgery and unexpected hospital stays last year. So this year we figured we would do our best to lose weight and be healthier in mind, body and spirit.
I digress, back to the gym on Friday. I had finished my workout and was watching Ray finish up his. He was sitting on this big orange ball, which is suppose to help with balance, and lifting these hand weights over his head. So far, so good and he manages not to fall off the ball. As he stands up, he takes 2 steps and complains about being dizzy. We sit him down on a bench and he proceeds to break out in a very clammy, cold sweat, complain about feeling sick to his stomach and the slumps backwards. As I talk with him, his speech became slurred and his body started going rigid like some one going into a seizure. The gym called for an ambulance and quickly got a blood pressure wrist cuff on him, along with a thing they put on your finger to check oxygen levels. Neither of these devices registered anything on him. When the emergency crew arrived and took his BP, it was 60/30! They asked if he wanted to go to the hospital and I told them "he has nothing to say about this, he's going!" Long story short, they kept him overnight doing all kinds of labs, blood work, stress test, testing his arteries for blockages, EEG to see if he had a stroke, seizure or TIA, MRI, CAT scan, etc. etc. He passed all with flying colors and they said it was possible that his BP medication (which he has always taken in the morning) possibly kicked in overdrive for whatever reason. Now he has to take it at night and we were told this sometimes happens for no reason.
While Ray was in the hospital, I got a lot of handwork done on a 3D flower wall hanging. Keeping my hands busy allowed me to focus on what is important and the hear and now and not what could be or the "what if" scenario. Amazing how our imagination can always picture the worst of things instead of looking at the best.
On Tuesday, we decided to go to the gym and do a light workout and to thank them for all they did. He got a round of applause from those who had been there on Friday and told it was nice to see him vertical. Everyone kept telling me how "calm and in control" I was and they were amazed at how I was able to keep everything together. I told them they should have seen me once I got in the car. Guess being a mom we learn to keep calm in a crisis and fall apart later after all is said and done and no one can see.
I think we can use a little less excitement now. Between my darling hubby and his 97 year old mother, who just got out of rehab and the hospital again, I think I've had enough excitement over the past few months. This little set back was just a wake up call to remind us to enjoy each day we have and to let those close to us know how much we love them, the life we have together and what really matters in life. I thank God everyday for the life we have and for the reminder that we can't get too cocky and need to get our priorities straight.
Even with the excitement, life is good!