my body disagreed, i fainted on bart, woke up to a bunch of suits asking if i was ok and then kicking me off the train. i just went back home. tried for a half day the next day, it was rough, but i made it. next morning i fainted again, this time at home alone in the bathroom. but i felt ok once i woke back up, so, duh, i went to work.
i called my doctor just to see if she thought it was anything i needed to get checked out, she told me to go back to the emergency room. i felt ok, in pain but not light-headed so i said "it can wait until after work though, right?" she pretty much told me i'm an idiot and to go right away.
er docs freaked out about my ultra slow heart and made me stay overnight for monitoring. i know my heart doesn't beat fast under stress, i can never get it up in the cardio range when i'm working out, i max out around 89. and when the paramedics took my pulse after the crash and saw that it was 60, they laughed at me. but i didn't know i was dipping into the low 30s when i sleep. the doctors woke me up every time my heart rate dropped below 40, about every half hour. i was so tired and annoyed by morning, i couldn't wait to get the heck out of there. ct scan, x-rays, ultrasounds, two ekgs, and 24 hours of heart monitoring data lead the doctors to determine that i'm super healthy, no idea why i was fainting but it's probably nothing to worry about, and that i just needed to give my back a little more time.
while i gave it time, i got more pretty flowers, this time from grandma and charles. they were doubly special since they arrived on valentine's day.
ma came to visit twice this month (once out of guilt because she hung up on me to watch a tv show the night before my crash, hahaha, and once for work), ryan shaved for the occasion, he said his face was cold. he looks weird to me, i can't remember the last time i saw him with a bald face, but ma was super happy.
i'm getting better now, no pain, a little slow, trying to work out a bit but not nearly as much as i'd like. i'm out of shape and i get tired too fast. it's frustrating but i'll be normal soon. across the bay 12k is coming up, i was hoping to finally break an hour...looks like i'll be walking it.
and apparently i've become a recluse, i even heard about it from a coworker this week. here's a glimpse of the sort of thing i do to avoid hanging out with people...
