Two and a half weeks ago, I fainted in the shower. My first though was "something really bad has happened". My second thought was "I was in the middle of doing something, what was it?" My third thought was "wait ... Am I lying down in the shower?"
This is, apparently, a big deal.
I went to the doctor, and she ordered a bunch of tests (and ran me though six cycles of the blood pressure machine). I was banned from driving, as well.
I'd fainted on Sunday, and it didn't get in to the doctor until Wednesday. (Yes, I should probably have gone to the ER, but ... I didn't.)
On Thursday, I had book club, and I wasn't really feeling well, but I was tired, and I figured that's just how it goes.
On Friday, I went to work, and I lasted two hours. One of my coworkers drove me home. I spent the rest of the day resting.
For the next five days, I felt like someone had reached into my abdomen and squeezed my stomach every time I sat up or stood.
In the meantime, I had figured out that whatever was going on was something I'd caught. And I remembered that the three weekends immediately before getting sick, I had been outside.
In Wednesday, I felt a little better so I went back to the doctor to make sure it wasn't West Nile or Lyme disease. The doctor agreed that it was a virus but didn't think additional testing was required.
(Did I mention that I was off work last week? I was.)
For the next few days, I could sit up a little, but I had no energy.
On Sunday afternoon, I finally felt better.
I went back to the doctor today to confirm everything was ok. I had to leave early to catch all of the bus connections, so I didn't sleep well. The good news is that shre gave me the go-ahead to resume my normal activities.
The bad news is that the lack of sleep means today was not a good day.
Apparently, there's a nasty virus going around. But then I already knew that.
