Gone to Paris!

What can I say? I had to get out of that house for awhile, so I talked Rob into a trip to Paris.....Tennessee that is! You know..home of the world's largest fishfry, etc....I really didn't think we would actually make it. I was packing Friday (after a busy day at the Dr's office) and had a scary episode I can only describe as a "vagal" type episode. I got dizzy, began sweating profusely, and was cold and clammy on the outside, but felt like I was on fire on the inside. I was weak and had some trouble catching my breath. Between that and fighting down a sudden bout of nausea, I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep. Rob, good man that he is, began to panic. But as I'm trying not to pass out, the nurse instinct is taking over and I had all these ideas going through my head about what could be happening. Once it finally passed, it hit me that this is the same type of response I used to get from patients while starting their IVs in radiology. It's what's known as a vagal response to something either real or perceived. I went to bed after it passed and slept soundly all night. Yesterday we loaded the dogs in the truck and drove up to Paris. We attended a cookout at a friend's house and all was well. Today, I was in the bathroom drying off from a much needed shower, and it hit me again. This time, I feel like my blood pressure may have bottomed out. No sweating this time, just dizzy and nauseated. I couldn't wait to lay down and just pass out. And that's what I did. Rob hauled my big butt to the bed and I passed out and didn't wake up for 2 hours. If this happens again, I'm going to get worried. I always say three times is a charm. I'll talk with Dr Sinard on Tuesday.......maybe it's just after effects from anesthesia. Anyway, I'm still draining 35-40 mL per day, so I'll probably have to see him this week anyway. And so it continues.................