a coffee and a crazy week
As of late, my habit has been to have a new post here on the Wednesday of each week, with the occasional foray into a Friday posting. This normally means I sit down the night before – Tuesday – to get a post together, what with the written content and a picture, and making sure links work if there are any, that sort of thing. The occasional occurrences with the Friday postings tend to happen when life away from the keyboard is busier and I either can’t seem to cobble together the time or the energy to get something together for here.
This week, as you have already noticed, was one of those weeks where a Wednesday post did not happen. Not after the craziness that was Monday from about 12:30 p.m. onward. And I had typed out about half a page of what happened, kind of a blow-by-blow, but gadzooks. I still have not written it out in my own space, and honestly … Gah. It’s just kind of creepy. I’m also teetering a bit on the self-blame game, thinking again of all I didn’t do, all I didn’t readily know. So instead, here is a slightly condensed version:
I had met my older sister Susan, her daughter Lauren, and Jeff for lunch at the mall food court on my lunch break. Jeff had his third round of chemotherapy last week, and as of Monday felt well enough to drive and join us for some food and a visit. We were chatting about nothing deep – mention was made of some fun Christmas tree decorations (llama-themed!), of a cat crashing a fashion show, and upcoming movies we wanted to see. Then I heard what sounded like Jeff dropping his coat beside me – it had the muffled thunk of a wallet and vehicle keys, which he keeps in his coat pockets. I asked him if he was okay, and he said he was feeling light-headed. Before you could say ‘Bob’s your uncle’, the discussion about getting him home morphed into taking him to the hospital to calling an ambulance as he went from light-headed to profuse sweating to passing out. Susan prayed. Lauren looked peeved that the ambulance dispatcher asked for the address for the mall food court. WE HAVE ONE MAIN MALL – FIGURE IT OUT. I was, well, unsure and scared and trying to be some degree of helpful.
Jeff was coherent and answering questions and pulling out the card in his wallet with the list of medications he’s on by the time the EMTs were ready to get him on the stretcher. We think if it hadn’t been for him being in the midst of chemo treatments, they would have sent us on our way after that. But such is not the case, so we made our way to the hospital.
Upon arriving at the hospital, the hurry-up-and-wait began. Though I’ll take it, as it didn’t take long. Tests were run, and everything came up good. Jeff’s blood pressure was a bit low, but that’s not at all unusual for him as he can get light-headed if he stands up too fast. They notified his oncologist, and the nurse who works with the oncologist – she’s great – came to see us. And shortly after 4 p.m., we were on our way home with no one having been able to determine what caused Jeff’s episode in the food court.
We spent the rest of the day snuggled in our home. Jeff slept for about an hour before we had supper. We watched the newest episode of Doctor Who. People texted to check in on us. Jeff did some online gaming with a few buddies, and we were both in bed before 10:30. I went back to work Tuesday, wishing I could have had maybe at least the morning off. My momma brought me Starbucks at work because she’s awesome. And so we’ve continued rolling along since then, wishing the tests had revealed something, if only to circumvent a repeat performance.
BUT: We are thankful still. We are oh-so-thankful for all the people we had jumping in to help without hesitation: Susan and Lauren, Pastor Frank and Pastor Sally, my mom, my boss and her boss (he was the one who got my abrupt text about taking Jeff to the ER as my boss wasn’t in the office), the EMTs, Dr. Kwon, the nurses. Just everyone – thank you! And to everyone I didn’t think to contact directly, or to fill in with all the details right away – I’m sorry. I was rather scattered in the moment. Thank you for understanding. Thank you for caring once I was able to get you back in the loop – especially Jill and Lindsey as you didn’t find out any of it until Tuesday.
So yeah. That was our Monday, and our week. Here’s hoping yours was delightfully less eventful! ;-)
P.S. I decided last month to not participate this year in National Novel Writing Month. It feels weird, and I’m a little bit sad about it even as I know it is the right decision. So no NaNoWriMo updates from me this year.