So I spent yesterday evening in the emergency room. Sigh.
At about 5:30, I started feeling a little weak. I figured it was because I'd had quite a bit of caffeine yesterday, and I was a little hungry. I finished doing some cleaning and went to the living room to fold some laundry. I sat down and started sweating profusely, and felt very weak and dizzy. I had Drew take my blood pressure and it was 150/90, when it's normally pretty low. It's not unusual for me to have a 90/60 blood pressure reading.
At that point, my head started killing me and numbness started spreading across my face. I started freaking myself out that I was having a stroke and called my doctor and had my mom and stepdad come over. The doctor called back, listened to my symptoms, and sent me to the ER.
The ER was a bit backed up, but after a quick triage they didn't seem all that concerned. I should've left then, since I was already feeling a little better, but I figured I was paying for the ER visit anyway, might as well get some closure.
FIVE HOURS later, after someone had literally forgotten about us for 2 hours, we left. It was nearly 1 in the morning, I was looped out of my mind because of my bipolar meds, and I had no answers. I still don't know what happened. I've been feeling a little dizzy lately in the afternoons, but that was ridiculous.
I woke up, bright eyed and bushy tailed, at 6:30. I have so much to do in the next 3.5 hours before Ace's birthday party that it's seriously blowing my mind. My right arm still has some numbness, but I'm going to completely ignore it. Drew was supposed to wake up at 4 this morning and start smoking a pork shoulder, but we're going to hope for the best and call Sonny's when they open and see if they'll cater. If not, a quick trip to Kroger for a bunch of ground beef is in order. Oh, that's another thing I have to do - go to the party store. Thanks for reminding me.
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