I stayed home from work today because of my yucky cold. I wasn’t really able to sleep last night with all the blowing (hai-owwwwwe!) and snorting. This afternoon as I sat in a steamy bubble bath, my go-to comfort activity for when I’m feeling bad, I realized 2010 hasn’t been a stellar year health-wise. And I didn’t even tell you about the time I passed out at Panera. Yes, that’s correct; I zonked at Panera and it wasn’t a carb-induced food coma. It was during an especially heinous stretch of hot July weather. I’d spent the morning traipsing around downtown for brunch and shopping with B. I felt overheated several times but kept drinking water and trying to cool off. On the way home, I stopped by Panera to hang with Maxine (Miss Dangerous if you’re nasty.) I hadn’t been there long when I started coughing. I’d been sick with a respiratory infection and after a few seconds remember thinking, “Uh oh, I’m not going to be able to stop coughing.” The next thing I knew, I was flat on my back staring up at the ceiling. There were all these people around me talking about getting help and I wondered who was hurt. Suddenly I saw Maxine’s face hovering above mine looking very worried and asking, “Are you OK?” I started to put the pieces together but at first thought I was dreaming. It truly was a bizarre experience. My doctor chalked it up to dehydration. The staff at Panera said it had happened to several people during the icky death heat. I also think it was my body’s early warning system since a few weeks later, I had emergency surgery to remove my gallbladder. I haven’t been the picture of health this year, is what I’m saying so I’m hoping 2011 will be lots better, even if that means less blog fodder. I also learned an important lesson about listening to my body, which had sent me many signals I’d chosen to brush off. Getting old really is glamorous!
In Which I Talk More About My Fascinating Ailments