But, I forget.
This week I was overwhelmed and overcome. Seriously, I didn't even realize how the stress was affecting my health.
October 1st was going to be my comeback to CrossFit. It is an activity I love and it provides such a great stress relief. I've been off for over a month and was ready to hit the gym. Endorphins are my friends and I was pumped!
I texted one of my workout buddies in SoCal letting her know. She sent texts of encouragement.
|Here we are at my last CF workout in SoCal|
The warm up was tough, but good.
The workout was going to be a tough one too, but I was ready. It was an AMRAP of push jerks, ring dips and snatches.
First round of push jerks, 8 reps of 75#. This would have been a challenging, but doable workout for me.
On the 8th rep, my arms were locked out above my head, but I wasn't steadying the weight. It began to go back over my head. Instead of dropping it, I arched my back thinking I could recover it. Stupid, stupid, stupid...I know, but I held on. Next thing I know I'm heading back toward a back bend. Then I felt a pop, pop, pop in my back. I quickly dropped the weight. I was done. I rolled out and committed my evening to icing.
I went to bed with 3 acetaminophen because I couldn't find the ibuprofen and prayed there was no other problem.
At 3:00 am our middle son woke up with a sore throat and achy body. I took care of him and then headed back to bed. Still aching, I decided to switch sleeping positions as I hadn't moved up until then. The throbbing in my mid-lower back kept me awake. As I lay in bed, thoughts of medical bills, the need to find a doctor and/or chiropractor, the inability to workout, etc. started flooding my mind.
Once again, I got up and planned to take something to help with the pain.
Before I had the opportunity to take anything, I found myself on the hardwood floor in the hallway with my husband calling my name trying to wake me. I lay with my face on the floor, my left hand close to my head. I began to wonder where I was and what was I doing on the floor? Had I slept on the floor?
My hub was saying, "Do you know where you are?"
I responded, "I am at home."
I told him I wanted to get up.
I then worked myself to standing with his help. We made it as far as the bathroom and I apparently fainted again. The next thing I knew my hub was talking to a 911 operator.
The next 4 hours included paramedics coming to our house, a ride in an ambulance, a trip to the ER, scans, and tests.
Everything looked good.
According to the doctor, I probably had a vasovagal attack.
What the heck is that?
Well, my sweetheart, while sitting in the ER did a little research. Vasovagal attacks, or fainting, can be brought on my pain, stress, emotional distress, anxiety, along with a number of other triggers.
So the good word is my heart looks good. There was no injury as a result of the fainting. Overall, health is good. Back looks fine, other than some muscle soreness. I'm just not handling the stress very well.
I miss the sunshine.
I miss friends.
It's a lonely time.
Today, I had to get out to find some joy.
Nature brings me joy. Being cramped in a house brings me stress.
We found a local nature center filled with autumnal trees, manicured landscapes, and overall, breath-taking amazing color. Filling our days with more than schoolwork is a necessity. I need to get out more, take deep breaths of fresh air. Most importantly I need to take care of my health, physical, mental, and emotional. I'm not a very good wife and mom when I'm a wreck.
My prayer is God will bring us friends and more importantly that I will be able to appreciate life in this new place.