Thursday, 5 September 2013

Apparently I needed some sense knocked into me.....


This past Saturday I went to bed because I was really dizzy (like the good ole’ days) well, the routine is; I go to bed and wake up feeling as normal as I get.  Well I wasn’t anticipating the change of rules.  I woke up sometime during the night and I was just craving something cold and refreshing in my mouth so remembering that I had grapes I pulled my feet to the side of my bed, not bad, stood up, a tad dizzy, started to walk, to my surprise I was even more dizzy then when I went to bed, “what’s going on here, we had a deal!!!” (To body)

Well as I tend to do my own thing, I am stubborn and decided to forego what my body was doing and I would push thru, get my grapes and go back to bed and not speak of this to anyone. (What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas mentality)

Well I desperately tried to steer my body from my room into the kitchen which at best is only 7’ish feet.  The front door looked so inviting (this lies a tad beyond the kitchen entrance) I guess I wanted to get close and personal because I slammed into it head first.  I thought for sure one of the neighbours would call the police but no one came…..  In my head I said “oh s*** that fri**** hurt” then I turned around after gaining my balance to some extent and struggled back to my bed sadly…no grapesL

Oh, it doesn’t end here.  I had 2 plumbs in a bowl Monday night and when I woke up there was only one plumb and a piece of paper towel in my bedroom that had been used for a plumb.  I have no recollection of getting up to get a plumb what so ever.  The night before that however, I got up to use the washroom in the middle of the night and remember getting myself jammed against the cabinet on the floor and I couldn’t pull myself up but I was aware of what was happening and when I woke up I had a bruise on my shoulder (upper arm)

So my Vancouver dad suggested that I put some kind of string across my bedroom to see if I am in fact getting up in the night and just not remembering or what.  Because if I’m getting up and don't remember then this is a conversation that I would need to have with my Dr.

The change over of my meds is not going to bad.  I’m taking it really easy to make sure that I am getting enough rest.
 
The Holy Spirit has and continues speaking and comforting me thru music and the song I have attached is particularly moving with the choir in the background.  Everytime I hear it I get a lump in my chest and tears well up in my eyes, enjoy.
"i see you there..."
Thanks for praying for Alex, she is now my little bush girl with her 'L' and is a happy, happy girl.  She has asked me to tell everyone as she's just thrilled so please consider yourselves told.  Please continue to pray for her as the grey days start to head their way.
Bless you all for all your prayers for my family.
 

1 comment:

  1. Well Mel, as your Mum will no doubt remember, I was capable of functioning very well at 2:00am but could not remember any of it at 8:00am! That was in 1968. Given your medical situation it certainly couldn't do any harm to mention it to your doc however, happening once is probably not going to be a major concern ........ repetitive events like that should be considered more serious. Hang in buddy! Love 'n' Hugs. Dad.

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