So, January is apparently the month that members of my household faint. Last week it was Mer. Today, it was me. *eye roll* I went to help James move his things from his rental place out in BFE into storage, and after about half an hour of relatively minor physical labor, down I went like a sack of bricks. I'm now sporting a palm-sized, squishy lump on the back of my head where it bounced off the tile floor. Apparently I had a little seizure after I fell, but I woke up and aside from said squishy lump, a bit of a headache, a stiff neck, and a little wooziness if I look down for too long, I'm fine. I'll probably call the doctor and see if they're open tomorrow just to be sure there's nothing to be concerned about, but I feel better than I would've expected. I did feel really guilty for not being able to help move stuff the rest of the day, though. Thankfully, Richard and Tracey were also helping, so James still got stuff loaded in the truck.
Mer, by the way, never did go to a cardiologist. The one the hospital wanted to send her to wasn't on our insurance and we had to follow up with our primary physician anyway. He didn't think we had anything to be concerned about other than making sure she's better hydrated. He also decided she has acid reflux, probably related to the recurrent digestive issues she gets. So now she's on Nexium and is supposed to drink more water and fewer sports drinks like Gatorade and Propel (too much salt).
Mer, by the way, never did go to a cardiologist. The one the hospital wanted to send her to wasn't on our insurance and we had to follow up with our primary physician anyway. He didn't think we had anything to be concerned about other than making sure she's better hydrated. He also decided she has acid reflux, probably related to the recurrent digestive issues she gets. So now she's on Nexium and is supposed to drink more water and fewer sports drinks like Gatorade and Propel (too much salt).