I must learn to SIP!
Monday, April 08, 2013
Yesterday, I learned why I must sip. If you don't sip, you get too much in your tummy at once. And, like when you're trying to pour ketchup into a new bottle, you tend to get a gas bubble that. just. won't. POP! I fought with my bubble for hours last night. I'd get nauseated, burp, it'd go down. Rinse, repeat, and rinse again. I even (shudder) tried to make myself barf. Would not happen! (I detest barfing! If I barf, I'm dead!)
Well, last night, about 3am (my magic hour?) I went in the bathroom to just sit there until I felt better. I remember that I was reading, started getting all that saliva action, so put my Nook down. I grabbed the trash can, spit the saliva in, trying to induce more. I wanted this to stop, once and for all! Next thing I remember, is the sound of the trash can hitting the floor, and Johnny asking if I was ok. There must have been a few seconds in between, because Johnny was sound asleep when I got out of bed. It takes a bit for him to get upright and moving!
He called 911. Thank God I had one of my better nighties on! The cop showed up first. His sister had a bypass a couple years ago, so he understood. EMT's were one of the local firemen, and an emergency room nurse (who looked to be the same age as my grandson!). After much consultation, they finally got me off the cold floor and into the bed. Decided my head wasn't terribly bad off, considering I'd hit it on the doorjamb, and that I just really needed to drink slower, and walk more.
I think sleep was good too, because I slept until almost noon!