I started the morning with a wonderful walk around the park, virtually pain free.
I had done my exercises in the morning, did some stretches, so out the door I went. The walk was only 1km but it was an amazing walk, the best I’ve had in months. I was actually able to enjoy everything around me, the sights, the smells. All the direct results of having had diarrhea for 3 days, having now lost a total of 9.8 kilos, was this amazing lighter than air 15 minutes.
I spent some time on my computer, some time in the kitchen, you get the idea. It was about 2pm so, time for the second walk. I did a few minutes of stretching, nothing much, ended up changing into shorts, a light top, and a knee length cover up. (There was a good breeze.)
I walked the 0.65km to a small market, not the one I usually go to, bought a few staples, and had turned around to leave the store when
that was all she wrote.
The ground started moving underneath my feet, my eyes started darting back, and forth, I became nauseated, and started sweating. If you’ve never experienced these symptoms, they are, for me, the beginning of my dizzy spells.
I made it down the steps in front of the store, across the normally busy street, though it wasn’t so at that moment, (gosh, I wonder why?! TYJ!!!) then on my way the rest of the 1/2km to the apartment. I kept praying “please, just get me home,” “please, just get me home”. He did. Thank you Jesus.
It took forever, or so it seemed, to get home, but once I got into the building, no one was in the reception area. I staggered to the elevator, got in, got upstairs, and into the apartment. Ivan called out asking if I was ok, (why? Why do you think? TYJ!!!) I called out to him that I wasn’t, please come quick. He knows “that sound” in my voice from years of experience, and was at my side in seconds.
He took my hands, and guided me back to the bathroom as I am always so close to vomiting, and have such a strong sense of losing control of my bowels that I always head to the bathroom first.
After a few minutes of rest, he was able to peal off my clothes which, at that point, were absolutely soaked with sweat, and stuck to me like a second skin. It was as if I had gotten caught in the rain. I told him later I was the rain.
He helped me stagger to bed, tucked me in, got my CPAP on, and let me sleep for awhile. It saps all of my energy when I have these episodes, though I haven’t had one like this, we call this type a “full blown” episode, for quite awhile, thank God. I have occasional “mini” episodes that, if I can catch them at the beginning, before they get out of hand, I experience minimal symptoms as aforementioned.
With this one, however, I had no premonition it was lurking in the shadows. It hit me head on, and didn’t care a bit that I had to walk .65km to get help. It came on, and didn’t stop until it wanted to.
But it did stop. I’m fine. I’m tired, and after this post I’m going to bed.
Until next time, stay happy, and healthy in the Lord.