Last week at this time...

I have a bad habit of saying, well last week at this time I was doing _____. Mostly this occurs around the week after a vacation. This time however, I am GLAD it's not last week at this time. Last week at this time I was sitting in the ER while they tried to figure out what in the world happened to me. Here's how it all started...

So after work I was running errands and I was standing at the photo kiosk at Costco running off a mountain of pictures when I started to get hot. Now, if you know me well, I'm a pretty cold-natured person. I then started not to feel well. For some reason, I've never been able to stand in one spot for too long, I'll either have to sit down or walk somewhere else. I started shifting my weight from foot to foot to see if that would help...I was thinking seriously? I only have a few pictures to go! Also, those that know me know I HATE being the center of attention. I knew I wasn't feeling well so all I wanted to do was get to my car in order to curl up in a fetal position. I really just wanted to get out of there. Then my peripheral vision started to get black. Nice. Spots appeared. Even better. I don't remember doing this, but somehow I was suddenly squatted down in front of the kiosk. Okay...time to go. I ran off the receipt and seriously took two steps to my left, put the receipt down, and...nothing. Don't remember anything after that. I'm not sure how long I was out, but apparently I'm weird enough to pass out and stay on my feet. As if I'm not already a freak of nature. I have to say, I've never in my life passed out before. It's really odd. Your body just shuts down. As I started to get some of my hearing back I heard sirens and I remember thinking, I really wish someone would kill that alarm. As I came to a little more, about ten employees were around me. How embarrassing. All I zeroed in on was the statement "don't worry ma'am, the ambulance is on the way". Wait. What? Awesome. Why can't you just drag me to my car and let me put my head between my knees? Please? So then EMS and the fire trucks arrived. Fabulous. Only Andy would have been excited about the fire trucks. I, however, wanted to hide. I then broke my cardinal rule about never being transported to the hospital in an ambulance. Okay, fast forward. Finally left the hospital about 11:30 that night with no real information. Blood sugar was okay, all they found was a slight infection, dehydration, and a funky heart rhythm. I'd learn later that particular rhythm is associated with thyroid issues.

So that was last week "at this time". Went to the doctor yesterday and ordered more bloodwork. I think I should mention about here that I've been seeing an "integrative" doctor. Not the conventional doctor you'd go to; they deal more in holistic practices and listen to the patient instead of to the bloodwork. For years doctors missed all the telltale signs of thyroid issues, or misread information, or didn't test correctly. More on that later. But, in short, I guess I've been out of whack for so long that it's just going to take awhile to get back on track. At least I've tried new things. Riding in ambulances...drawing public attention to myself...ahhh wonderful fun for introverts.