PaceMaker: Come Saturday Morning: The adventure began just over 168 hours ago on a Saturday morning. It was July 16,2016 or 7/16/16 it entertains me when dates do odd pattern...
Sunday, July 24, 2016
PaceMaker: Come Saturday Morning
PaceMaker: Come Saturday Morning: The adventure began just over 168 hours ago on a Saturday morning. It was July 16,2016 or 7/16/16 it entertains me when dates do odd pattern...
Saturday, July 23, 2016
My dreams have been consistent this past month, I haven't had a night without a dream that I could remember at least in some part of for the better part a month now. I have a suspected cause but, I'll save that for down the road to explain. For now let me cover last night's dream in this format:
I was involved in training these people from Mubia we were in this four story building that the country of Mubia had bought from America and we were training these people to become Americans. The first session was about soap and the various kinds and types of soap each training team had to list 6 different types of soaps and each team had a different soap product there were multiple varieties as there were multiple products. This was fine some folks couldn't come up with 6 and others were coming up with several more than six. This afour story building must have been dorm like because that is where the people foprm Mubia were staying along with the trainers. I was giving an ad hoc training session on electric lighting and switches when the word came that I was supposed to be somewhere else giving instruction on something else. While I was scampering to get to the classroom, I passed some high ranking officer from Mubia and out of reflex I saluted him and he proceeded to dress me down as that wasn't customary to salute anyone even those of my own country and how dare I do this! I get to my training team only to learn that our team was responsible to train in music and I had the good fortune to be training on different speeds and tempos in Latin. Those terms that I have no idea what the hell they mean and no time to research. Google wasn't permitted at this facility. No explaination provided for that it just wasn't it was to be solely trainer knowledge. I was in panic mode this dream was becoming a nightmare quickly. When I awoke I sought an understanding or explaination of why this content what was this dream explaining.
The first was that I needed to add more culture to my current book, it spans three different time spans in history and the culture for two of them is a little short on the copy.
The second was an insight that is just as telling, I looked back to that terrible year I spent in fourth grade, thinking about how I would miss assignments and wondering how and why I would miss an assignment. It was clearly written on the chalk board and yet I had missed it, I hadn't done the assignment and not just one assignment several times this was happening. Mysteriously, these missed assignments were happening when I was traveling to Oxford, and Cincinnati in an attempt to gain an understanding why I was having this trouble in school.The teacher nor anyone else was connecting those dots and leaving to a confused 10 year old was less than a justifiable plan.
The third was a repeat of the second only later in life. I had been working for sometime and I was a supervisor in my department. Work was stressful, I wasn't in love with what I was doing but I was performing the assignments and supporting my staff as best as I knew how. I was at home one Friday night when I started having severe stomach pains, bend over pains, I hope I am dying pains so that they will subside pains. A trip to the hospital ER kept me over night and sent me home suggesting that I seem this specialist as soon as I could get into see him. It took a couple days, the medicine that the hospital subdued the pain a little, very little. I parked myself in my bed until I could see the specialist. Turned out it was diverticulitis and he prescribed a colonoscopy and sent me to another specialist. That procedure now completed and I needed to have a note to return to work, so the following Monday, I have a 8 o'clock appointment to get the release to return to work, 9:30 I have it and I head to my office. I get there an start looking for my manager to get caught up and deliver the release, she isn't to be found, I look for another manager, she isn't around either, not that unusual they take breaks together to keep up on events of the morning and or the weekend as this was Monday. Someone asked me why I was here, so I go into explanation of my medical experience, the diverticulitis. No all the manager and supervisors have been called to a special mandatory meeting that morning at a training site 30 minutes away, everyone of them is there. I call my manager for instruction, the meeting is almost over or so she thought. Stay at the office and I'll bring you up to speed when I get back, no need for you to travel out here now. Apparently, the next 3 hours changed the culture of the office and what my responsibilities were to an discernible degree that my manager was so distraught at the changes in her own responsibilities that she wasn't able to convey the changes that were mine. She was no longer my manager and the rules and culture were changed in one meeting which I missed. I never recovered attempt as I did. One meeting it is difficult at times to not be bitter. It is difficult even today to forgive. I am better off without them in my life.
I next worked on understanding the culture changes that the Mabia people were about to undergo. Imagine if you will living on beans and rice or beans without rice or just rice and walking suddenly into a Walmart or a Super-Walmart with isles of different foods or racks and racks of clothing in every size and color and rows of shoes when you are barefooted as the only pair of sandals disappeared in the night many season ago. Culture shock. In a major degree Culture shock!
I was involved in training these people from Mubia we were in this four story building that the country of Mubia had bought from America and we were training these people to become Americans. The first session was about soap and the various kinds and types of soap each training team had to list 6 different types of soaps and each team had a different soap product there were multiple varieties as there were multiple products. This was fine some folks couldn't come up with 6 and others were coming up with several more than six. This afour story building must have been dorm like because that is where the people foprm Mubia were staying along with the trainers. I was giving an ad hoc training session on electric lighting and switches when the word came that I was supposed to be somewhere else giving instruction on something else. While I was scampering to get to the classroom, I passed some high ranking officer from Mubia and out of reflex I saluted him and he proceeded to dress me down as that wasn't customary to salute anyone even those of my own country and how dare I do this! I get to my training team only to learn that our team was responsible to train in music and I had the good fortune to be training on different speeds and tempos in Latin. Those terms that I have no idea what the hell they mean and no time to research. Google wasn't permitted at this facility. No explaination provided for that it just wasn't it was to be solely trainer knowledge. I was in panic mode this dream was becoming a nightmare quickly. When I awoke I sought an understanding or explaination of why this content what was this dream explaining.
The first was that I needed to add more culture to my current book, it spans three different time spans in history and the culture for two of them is a little short on the copy.
The second was an insight that is just as telling, I looked back to that terrible year I spent in fourth grade, thinking about how I would miss assignments and wondering how and why I would miss an assignment. It was clearly written on the chalk board and yet I had missed it, I hadn't done the assignment and not just one assignment several times this was happening. Mysteriously, these missed assignments were happening when I was traveling to Oxford, and Cincinnati in an attempt to gain an understanding why I was having this trouble in school.The teacher nor anyone else was connecting those dots and leaving to a confused 10 year old was less than a justifiable plan.
The third was a repeat of the second only later in life. I had been working for sometime and I was a supervisor in my department. Work was stressful, I wasn't in love with what I was doing but I was performing the assignments and supporting my staff as best as I knew how. I was at home one Friday night when I started having severe stomach pains, bend over pains, I hope I am dying pains so that they will subside pains. A trip to the hospital ER kept me over night and sent me home suggesting that I seem this specialist as soon as I could get into see him. It took a couple days, the medicine that the hospital subdued the pain a little, very little. I parked myself in my bed until I could see the specialist. Turned out it was diverticulitis and he prescribed a colonoscopy and sent me to another specialist. That procedure now completed and I needed to have a note to return to work, so the following Monday, I have a 8 o'clock appointment to get the release to return to work, 9:30 I have it and I head to my office. I get there an start looking for my manager to get caught up and deliver the release, she isn't to be found, I look for another manager, she isn't around either, not that unusual they take breaks together to keep up on events of the morning and or the weekend as this was Monday. Someone asked me why I was here, so I go into explanation of my medical experience, the diverticulitis. No all the manager and supervisors have been called to a special mandatory meeting that morning at a training site 30 minutes away, everyone of them is there. I call my manager for instruction, the meeting is almost over or so she thought. Stay at the office and I'll bring you up to speed when I get back, no need for you to travel out here now. Apparently, the next 3 hours changed the culture of the office and what my responsibilities were to an discernible degree that my manager was so distraught at the changes in her own responsibilities that she wasn't able to convey the changes that were mine. She was no longer my manager and the rules and culture were changed in one meeting which I missed. I never recovered attempt as I did. One meeting it is difficult at times to not be bitter. It is difficult even today to forgive. I am better off without them in my life.
I next worked on understanding the culture changes that the Mabia people were about to undergo. Imagine if you will living on beans and rice or beans without rice or just rice and walking suddenly into a Walmart or a Super-Walmart with isles of different foods or racks and racks of clothing in every size and color and rows of shoes when you are barefooted as the only pair of sandals disappeared in the night many season ago. Culture shock. In a major degree Culture shock!
Come Saturday Morning
The adventure began just over 168 hours ago on a Saturday morning. It was July 16,2016 or 7/16/16 it entertains me when dates do odd patterns. I wasn't feeling all that terrific, nothing major just out of sorts. I was determined that nothing was going to disrupt this day with my hot dog cart, Craig's Pesto Hot Dogs, after all I was doing a quasi-charity event for lunch with the Kettering Medical Center and the House of Bread in Dayton, Ohio. I had done an event with them earlier in the year so I was basically familiar with where the House of Bread was and I had the general lay of the land so to speak.It was going to be an easy lunch hour, Seventy-two hot dogs with pesto and I was good to go.
I was on the road with the cart in tow behind my big ugly '95 green Chevy, I just missed the light to turn onto the interstate, so I sat and as I sat that feeling that I had had earlier that I was feeling out of sorts was coming back over me. My mind wondered just a little as I though was this going to wash out the day, how were the customers going to get food if I didn't arrive? I was still plenty early so being on time wasn't an issue but this 'out of sorts feeling was'. The light changed to green and as I started to go the world or my vision of the world started to circle around my head. This wasn't good, seeing what was spinning I didn't have much choice but to pull off the side of the road, I managed to signal and get off the entrance ramp and stop.
Cars and trucks continued to rush by I sat with my head spinning and when I finally closed my eyes the spinning stopped. What was my next step? I was seeing not double, but not clearly, it was like I was seeing 1and a half of everything. Driving was not going to happen from that point forward. Too many lanes of traffic and too many cars in those lanes. My next step was to call my wife or should I saw attempt to reach my wife on her cell phone. She was likely still at home and watching TV sitting in the family room with her phone tucked safely in her purse in the kitchen. Not far from the TV but the phone wasn't in easy reach either.First call it goes to voice. Leaving a message no need she can't get to her phone every time so I'll wait a minute and attempt again. A couple of minutes pass and my vision stays the same so with this call to my wife I leave a message to call me, I'm sitting on the entrance ramp to S.R.35 with a health issue. Okay nothing so I think well she might have fallen asleep and not hearing her cell phone. I'll call a neighbor and ask them to go and ring the door bell and pound on the door and tell her to call me. Neighbor 1 voice mail, neighbor 2 voice mail, neighbor 3 voice mail, neighbor 4 answers, opps he is Florida, that would be a long reach to knock on our door in Beavercreek.
So with phoning a neighbor not working, I called my physician's office and got the standard recording if this is an emergency hang up and call 9 1 1 if not call the medical society, well if I knew for sure that it was an emergency I would have called 9 1 1 instead of calling the office duh... So it's time to call a friend and thank God that I have a few because finding one at home on a Saturday afternoon is not like in 'Who wants to be a Millionaire' when they know you may or may not be going to call them. Well the first attempt was a busy signal, followed by another futile attempt for Nova. Now the inside of the truck is getting warmer and I am not feeling any better if not I am beginning to feel worse. It is time to call the big number 9 1 1 Here goes Name number location what was my emergency, how will they know it's me? I'm the only green truck with a food cart in tow sitting on the entrance ramp! Seemed like a strange question then and a week later it still seems strange.
Several minutes pass and I continue to 'call home' with no success. The EMT's arrive they get the recounted version without the references to the phone call attempts. Can I walk to the ambulance? I definitively would need spotted I'm not sure that the earth would stay still long enough for me to walk on it's surface. As I am walking I am leaning a little to the right and as I turn toward the left to get to the ambulance door that lean gets accentuated, no true danger of falling so the air conditioning feels nice once I'm in the ambulance. I don't think I realized just how hot the big green was getting just sitting there waiting for the dizziness to subside. First a blood sugar test, not the issue. Then the first on many sets of monitor pads -the heart is still beating, so I suspect that is a good thing. Then the dreaded question, do I want to go to the hospital? I was back to a couple of other issues, leaving my business parked on the side of the on ramp and reaching my wife. Not necessarily in that order, but almost the same. Moments a call from a neighbor, can you beat down the door until Nova answers? Is the car in the garage? I reach my friend Joe, who was just coming out of a deep sleep, seems his morning run of 9 miles had sent him into slumberland in a nice way, when he finally heard my say emergency room he started listening and backed the conversation up to the beginning, Joe the EMT's are taking me to the hospital, the truck and cart are on the entrance ramp to SR 35, I can't reach Nova and I need some help, okay we're on it. A few minutes later Carol's call - the car is in the garage. Still no response from Nova and Joe has arrived so now Carol and Joe are circling the house knocking on windows and doors. Nova had mentioned earlier that she wanted to go out for a walk so Joe goes mobile to look for her.
By now the EMT supervisor is on my scene, no pressure to go to the ER but, I start thinking that I need to make a decision, so I decide to make the trip, the supervisor locks the truck and contacts the local police that they don't tow the truck and cart and we begin the slow trip to the ER. It is actually slow, it seems even slower because not only is my vision still double but I am facing the rear view of the wagon.
Nova wakes up to see Joe leaving the driveway to look for her walking only to think that he was instead the AT&T guy there early for a service call at 4 pm. It is only about 3 pm, but then she starts to realize that I should be home from the House of Bread and she begins to wonder where I am. Had I gone to the House of Bread I should have been done and on my way home by 2:30. So she goes to her purse for her cell phone, which isn't in her purse at all.
Now the ER doctor is telling me that I have had a case of Vertigo, a rather explainable onset experience where my inner ear canal takes on a stone like material that comes to rest on my inner ear hairs and that is the underlying cause of the world spinning around me. Hydration was the emphasis of the day seems like I heard it from the ER doctor as well as the EMT's. Never mind that I drink between 64 and 128 oz of water daily, not an average mind you never less than 64 but at times more than 128.
Soon after the Doc left I had this experience that the bed was falling to the left that the room floor had given way and that I was falling off the side of the bed. It had tilted and I was hanging on for dear life to keep from hitting the floor.
Nova was now back-pedalling as to when she had seen her cell phone, she checked the bedroom charger, then the front seat of the car, there she heard the notification beep. It wasn't between the seat and the consul, she felt under the seat,nothing ...yet she had heard the beep, getting down on her hands and knees with a flashlight, there it was dead center under the passenger seat.
How it got there is only God's guess. It was hidden so as to make certain that she did not get my phone calls which makes the rest of the story worth the wait....
Do you enjoy my story telling style of writing? If you do please consider one or both of my books which are available on Amazon."BECOMING SILAS VOLUME 1 2nd EDITION". It is autobiographical in nature about a young man growing up with a Learning Disability in a time period when the world of education didn't know what a Learning Disability was......It can be purchased at WWW.AMAZON.COM/dp/1549935321
AND "SEVEN CHEAP WAYS TO DEAL WITH STRESS IN THE WORKPLACE" (which is only available digitally) via WWW.AMAZON.COM/DP/B01DQ8I6VC
I was on the road with the cart in tow behind my big ugly '95 green Chevy, I just missed the light to turn onto the interstate, so I sat and as I sat that feeling that I had had earlier that I was feeling out of sorts was coming back over me. My mind wondered just a little as I though was this going to wash out the day, how were the customers going to get food if I didn't arrive? I was still plenty early so being on time wasn't an issue but this 'out of sorts feeling was'. The light changed to green and as I started to go the world or my vision of the world started to circle around my head. This wasn't good, seeing what was spinning I didn't have much choice but to pull off the side of the road, I managed to signal and get off the entrance ramp and stop.
Cars and trucks continued to rush by I sat with my head spinning and when I finally closed my eyes the spinning stopped. What was my next step? I was seeing not double, but not clearly, it was like I was seeing 1and a half of everything. Driving was not going to happen from that point forward. Too many lanes of traffic and too many cars in those lanes. My next step was to call my wife or should I saw attempt to reach my wife on her cell phone. She was likely still at home and watching TV sitting in the family room with her phone tucked safely in her purse in the kitchen. Not far from the TV but the phone wasn't in easy reach either.First call it goes to voice. Leaving a message no need she can't get to her phone every time so I'll wait a minute and attempt again. A couple of minutes pass and my vision stays the same so with this call to my wife I leave a message to call me, I'm sitting on the entrance ramp to S.R.35 with a health issue. Okay nothing so I think well she might have fallen asleep and not hearing her cell phone. I'll call a neighbor and ask them to go and ring the door bell and pound on the door and tell her to call me. Neighbor 1 voice mail, neighbor 2 voice mail, neighbor 3 voice mail, neighbor 4 answers, opps he is Florida, that would be a long reach to knock on our door in Beavercreek.
So with phoning a neighbor not working, I called my physician's office and got the standard recording if this is an emergency hang up and call 9 1 1 if not call the medical society, well if I knew for sure that it was an emergency I would have called 9 1 1 instead of calling the office duh... So it's time to call a friend and thank God that I have a few because finding one at home on a Saturday afternoon is not like in 'Who wants to be a Millionaire' when they know you may or may not be going to call them. Well the first attempt was a busy signal, followed by another futile attempt for Nova. Now the inside of the truck is getting warmer and I am not feeling any better if not I am beginning to feel worse. It is time to call the big number 9 1 1 Here goes Name number location what was my emergency, how will they know it's me? I'm the only green truck with a food cart in tow sitting on the entrance ramp! Seemed like a strange question then and a week later it still seems strange.
Several minutes pass and I continue to 'call home' with no success. The EMT's arrive they get the recounted version without the references to the phone call attempts. Can I walk to the ambulance? I definitively would need spotted I'm not sure that the earth would stay still long enough for me to walk on it's surface. As I am walking I am leaning a little to the right and as I turn toward the left to get to the ambulance door that lean gets accentuated, no true danger of falling so the air conditioning feels nice once I'm in the ambulance. I don't think I realized just how hot the big green was getting just sitting there waiting for the dizziness to subside. First a blood sugar test, not the issue. Then the first on many sets of monitor pads -the heart is still beating, so I suspect that is a good thing. Then the dreaded question, do I want to go to the hospital? I was back to a couple of other issues, leaving my business parked on the side of the on ramp and reaching my wife. Not necessarily in that order, but almost the same. Moments a call from a neighbor, can you beat down the door until Nova answers? Is the car in the garage? I reach my friend Joe, who was just coming out of a deep sleep, seems his morning run of 9 miles had sent him into slumberland in a nice way, when he finally heard my say emergency room he started listening and backed the conversation up to the beginning, Joe the EMT's are taking me to the hospital, the truck and cart are on the entrance ramp to SR 35, I can't reach Nova and I need some help, okay we're on it. A few minutes later Carol's call - the car is in the garage. Still no response from Nova and Joe has arrived so now Carol and Joe are circling the house knocking on windows and doors. Nova had mentioned earlier that she wanted to go out for a walk so Joe goes mobile to look for her.
By now the EMT supervisor is on my scene, no pressure to go to the ER but, I start thinking that I need to make a decision, so I decide to make the trip, the supervisor locks the truck and contacts the local police that they don't tow the truck and cart and we begin the slow trip to the ER. It is actually slow, it seems even slower because not only is my vision still double but I am facing the rear view of the wagon.
Nova wakes up to see Joe leaving the driveway to look for her walking only to think that he was instead the AT&T guy there early for a service call at 4 pm. It is only about 3 pm, but then she starts to realize that I should be home from the House of Bread and she begins to wonder where I am. Had I gone to the House of Bread I should have been done and on my way home by 2:30. So she goes to her purse for her cell phone, which isn't in her purse at all.
Now the ER doctor is telling me that I have had a case of Vertigo, a rather explainable onset experience where my inner ear canal takes on a stone like material that comes to rest on my inner ear hairs and that is the underlying cause of the world spinning around me. Hydration was the emphasis of the day seems like I heard it from the ER doctor as well as the EMT's. Never mind that I drink between 64 and 128 oz of water daily, not an average mind you never less than 64 but at times more than 128.
Soon after the Doc left I had this experience that the bed was falling to the left that the room floor had given way and that I was falling off the side of the bed. It had tilted and I was hanging on for dear life to keep from hitting the floor.
Nova was now back-pedalling as to when she had seen her cell phone, she checked the bedroom charger, then the front seat of the car, there she heard the notification beep. It wasn't between the seat and the consul, she felt under the seat,nothing ...yet she had heard the beep, getting down on her hands and knees with a flashlight, there it was dead center under the passenger seat.
How it got there is only God's guess. It was hidden so as to make certain that she did not get my phone calls which makes the rest of the story worth the wait....
Do you enjoy my story telling style of writing? If you do please consider one or both of my books which are available on Amazon."BECOMING SILAS VOLUME 1 2nd EDITION". It is autobiographical in nature about a young man growing up with a Learning Disability in a time period when the world of education didn't know what a Learning Disability was......It can be purchased at WWW.AMAZON.COM/dp/1549935321
AND "SEVEN CHEAP WAYS TO DEAL WITH STRESS IN THE WORKPLACE" (which is only available digitally) via WWW.AMAZON.COM/DP/B01DQ8I6VC
The Root Cause
It seems appropriate to do an update. Yesterday, while my cardiologist was doing the routine check to make sure that everything with the pacemaker was working correctly, my heart decided to go into a Fib, good timing as most of those that are aFib don't find out until after a stroke which isn't a good thing, I would just rather avoid a stroke if at all possible.
A couple of things, first I had complained or commented that I had been pretty lethargic needing to take naps just to make it through the day or so that I could make it through the day. I thought that it was this med that he had me on, it wasn't. Secondly, I had gotten a new digital blood pressure monitor and it was acting funny, I even had to call the manufacturer to get the system to work correctly, but one of the things it indicated and I wrote it off thinking that it was the different cuff style or I didn't have the cuff on correctly or it was not working correctly because of the pacemaker, It wasn't It Was Spot ON!
One thing the pacemaker could statistically confirm was that I had been in a Fib 9 times since my last appointment 14 days prior.
Now I get to wonder just when this all started? Was it just with the spinning on the 16th of July or have some of those 'senior moments' been because the blood was going to a different part of my brain?
A couple of things, first I had complained or commented that I had been pretty lethargic needing to take naps just to make it through the day or so that I could make it through the day. I thought that it was this med that he had me on, it wasn't. Secondly, I had gotten a new digital blood pressure monitor and it was acting funny, I even had to call the manufacturer to get the system to work correctly, but one of the things it indicated and I wrote it off thinking that it was the different cuff style or I didn't have the cuff on correctly or it was not working correctly because of the pacemaker, It wasn't It Was Spot ON!
One thing the pacemaker could statistically confirm was that I had been in a Fib 9 times since my last appointment 14 days prior.
Now I get to wonder just when this all started? Was it just with the spinning on the 16th of July or have some of those 'senior moments' been because the blood was going to a different part of my brain?
Come Saturday Morning
The adventure began just over 168 hours ago on a Saturday morning. It was July 16,2016 or 7/16/16 it entertains me when dates do odd patterns. I wasn't feeling all that terrific, nothing major just out of sorts. I was determined that nothing was going to disrupt this day with my hot dog cart, Craig's Pesto Hot Dogs, after all I was doing a quasi-charity event for lunch with the Kettering Medical Center and the House of Bread in Dayton, Ohio. I had done an event with them earlier in the year so I was basically familiar with where the House of Bread was and I had the general lay of the land so to speak.It was going to be an easy lunch hour, Seventy-two hot dogs with pesto and I was good to go.
I was on the road with the cart in tow behind my big ugly '95 green Chevy, I just missed the light to turn onto the interstate, so I sat and as I sat that feeling that I had had earlier that I was feeling out of sorts was coming back over me. My mind wondered just a little as I though was this going to wash out the day, how were the customers going to get food if I didn't arrive? I was still plenty early so being on time wasn't an issue but this 'out of sorts feeling was'. The light changed to green and as I started to go the world or my vision of the world started to circle around my head. This wasn't good, seeing what was spinning I didn't have much choice but to pull off the side of the road, I managed to signal and get off the entrance ramp and stop.
Cars and trucks continued to rush by I sat with my head spinning and when I finally closed my eyes the spinning stopped. What was my next step? I was seeing not double, but not clearly, it was like I was seeing 1and a half of everything. Driving was not going to happen from that point forward. Too many lanes of traffic and too many cars in those lanes. My next step was to call my wife or should I saw attempt to reach my wife on her cell phone. She was likely still at home and watching TV sitting in the family room with her phone tucked safely in her purse in the kitchen. Not far from the TV but the phone wasn't in easy reach either.First call it goes to voice. Leaving a message no need she can't get to her phone every time so I'll wait a minute and attempt again. A couple of minutes pass and my vision stays the same so with this call to my wife I leave a message to call me, I'm sitting on the entrance ramp to S.R.35 with a health issue. Okay nothing so I think well she might have fallen asleep and not hearing her cell phone. I'll call a neighbor and ask them to go and ring the door bell and pound on the door and tell her to call me. Neighbor 1 voice mail, neighbor 2 voice mail, neighbor 3 voice mail, neighbor 4 answers, opps he is Florida, that would be a long reach to knock on our door in Beavercreek.
So with phoning a neighbor not working, I called my physician's office and got the standard recording if this is an emergency hang up and call 9 1 1 if not call the medical society, well if I knew for sure that it was an emergency I would have called 9 1 1 instead of calling the office duh... So it's time to call a friend and thank God that I have a few because finding one at home on a Saturday afternoon is not like in 'Who wants to be a Millionaire' when they know you may or may not be going to call them. Well the first attempt was a busy signal, followed by another futile attempt for Nova. Now the inside of the truck is getting warmer and I am not feeling any better if not I am beginning to feel worse. It is time to call the big number 9 1 1 Here goes Name number location what was my emergency, how will they know it's me? I'm the only green truck with a food cart in tow sitting on the entrance ramp! Seemed like a strange question then and a week later it still seems strange.
Several minutes pass and I continue to 'call home' with no success. The EMT's arrive they get the recounted version without the references to the phone call attempts. Can I walk to the ambulance? I definitively would need spotted I'm not sure that the earth would stay still long enough for me to walk on it's surface. As I am walking I am leaning a little to the right and as I turn toward the left to get to the ambulance door that lean gets accentuated, no true danger of falling so the air conditioning feels nice once I'm in the ambulance. I don't think I realized just how hot the big green was getting just sitting there waiting for the dizziness to subside. First a blood sugar test, not the issue. Then the first on many sets of monitor pads -the heart is still beating, so I suspect that is a good thing. Then the dreaded question, do I want to go to the hospital? I was back to a couple of other issues, leaving my business parked on the side of the on ramp and reaching my wife. Not necessarily in that order, but almost the same. Moments a call from a neighbor, can you beat down the door until Nova answers? Is the car in the garage? I reach my friend Joe, who was just coming out of a deep sleep, seems his morning run of 9 miles had sent him into slumberland in a nice way, when he finally heard my say emergency room he started listening and backed the conversation up to the beginning, Joe the EMT's are taking me to the hospital, the truck and cart are on the entrance ramp to SR 35, I can't reach Nova and I need some help, okay we're on it. A few minutes later Carol's call - the car is in the garage. Still no response from Nova and Joe has arrived so now Carol and Joe are circling the house knocking on windows and doors. Nova had mentioned earlier that she wanted to go out for a walk so Joe goes mobile to look for her.
By now the EMT supervisor is on my scene, no pressure to go to the ER but, I start thinking that I need to make a decision, so I decide to make the trip, the supervisor locks the truck and contacts the local police that they don't tow the truck and cart and we begin the slow trip to the ER. It is actually slow, it seems even slower because not only is my vision still double but I am facing the rear view of the wagon.
Nova wakes up to see Joe leaving the driveway to look for her walking only to think that he was instead the AT&T guy there early for a service call at 4 pm. It is only about 3 pm, but then she starts to realize that I should be home from the House of Bread and she begins to wonder where I am. Had I gone to the House of Bread I should have been done and on my way home by 2:30. So she goes to her purse for her cell phone, which isn't in her purse at all.
Now the ER doctor is telling me that I have had a case of Vertigo, a rather explainable onset experience where my inner ear canal takes on a stone like material that comes to rest on my inner ear hairs and that is the underlying cause of the world spinning around me. Hydration was the emphasis of the day seems like I heard it from the ER doctor as well as the EMT's. Never mind that I drink between 64 and 128 oz of water daily, not an average mind you never less than 64 but at times more than 128.
Soon after the Doc left I had this experience that the bed was falling to the left that the room floor had given way and that I was falling off the side of the bed. It had tilted and I was hanging on for dear life to keep from hitting the floor.
Nova was now back-pedalling as to when she had seen her cell phone, she checked the bedroom charger, then the front seat of the car, there she heard the notification beep. It wasn't between the seat and the consul, she felt under the seat,nothing ...yet she had heard the beep, getting down on her hands and knees with a flashlight, there it was dead center under the passenger seat.
How it got there is only God's guess. It was hidden so as to make certain that she did not get my phone calls which makes the rest of the story worth the wait....
Do you enjoy my story telling style of writing? If you do please consider one or both of my books which are available on Amazon."BECOMING SILAS VOLUME 1 2nd EDITION". It is autobiographical in nature about a young man growing up with a Learning Disability in a time period when the world of education didn't know what a Learning Disability was......It can be purchased at WWW.AMAZON.COM/DP/B0150A6N10
AND "SEVEN CHEAP WAYS TO DEAL WITH STRESS IN THE WORKPLACE" (which is only available digitally) via WWW.AMAZON.COM/DP/B01DQ8I6VC
I was on the road with the cart in tow behind my big ugly '95 green Chevy, I just missed the light to turn onto the interstate, so I sat and as I sat that feeling that I had had earlier that I was feeling out of sorts was coming back over me. My mind wondered just a little as I though was this going to wash out the day, how were the customers going to get food if I didn't arrive? I was still plenty early so being on time wasn't an issue but this 'out of sorts feeling was'. The light changed to green and as I started to go the world or my vision of the world started to circle around my head. This wasn't good, seeing what was spinning I didn't have much choice but to pull off the side of the road, I managed to signal and get off the entrance ramp and stop.
Cars and trucks continued to rush by I sat with my head spinning and when I finally closed my eyes the spinning stopped. What was my next step? I was seeing not double, but not clearly, it was like I was seeing 1and a half of everything. Driving was not going to happen from that point forward. Too many lanes of traffic and too many cars in those lanes. My next step was to call my wife or should I saw attempt to reach my wife on her cell phone. She was likely still at home and watching TV sitting in the family room with her phone tucked safely in her purse in the kitchen. Not far from the TV but the phone wasn't in easy reach either.First call it goes to voice. Leaving a message no need she can't get to her phone every time so I'll wait a minute and attempt again. A couple of minutes pass and my vision stays the same so with this call to my wife I leave a message to call me, I'm sitting on the entrance ramp to S.R.35 with a health issue. Okay nothing so I think well she might have fallen asleep and not hearing her cell phone. I'll call a neighbor and ask them to go and ring the door bell and pound on the door and tell her to call me. Neighbor 1 voice mail, neighbor 2 voice mail, neighbor 3 voice mail, neighbor 4 answers, opps he is Florida, that would be a long reach to knock on our door in Beavercreek.
So with phoning a neighbor not working, I called my physician's office and got the standard recording if this is an emergency hang up and call 9 1 1 if not call the medical society, well if I knew for sure that it was an emergency I would have called 9 1 1 instead of calling the office duh... So it's time to call a friend and thank God that I have a few because finding one at home on a Saturday afternoon is not like in 'Who wants to be a Millionaire' when they know you may or may not be going to call them. Well the first attempt was a busy signal, followed by another futile attempt for Nova. Now the inside of the truck is getting warmer and I am not feeling any better if not I am beginning to feel worse. It is time to call the big number 9 1 1 Here goes Name number location what was my emergency, how will they know it's me? I'm the only green truck with a food cart in tow sitting on the entrance ramp! Seemed like a strange question then and a week later it still seems strange.
Several minutes pass and I continue to 'call home' with no success. The EMT's arrive they get the recounted version without the references to the phone call attempts. Can I walk to the ambulance? I definitively would need spotted I'm not sure that the earth would stay still long enough for me to walk on it's surface. As I am walking I am leaning a little to the right and as I turn toward the left to get to the ambulance door that lean gets accentuated, no true danger of falling so the air conditioning feels nice once I'm in the ambulance. I don't think I realized just how hot the big green was getting just sitting there waiting for the dizziness to subside. First a blood sugar test, not the issue. Then the first on many sets of monitor pads -the heart is still beating, so I suspect that is a good thing. Then the dreaded question, do I want to go to the hospital? I was back to a couple of other issues, leaving my business parked on the side of the on ramp and reaching my wife. Not necessarily in that order, but almost the same. Moments a call from a neighbor, can you beat down the door until Nova answers? Is the car in the garage? I reach my friend Joe, who was just coming out of a deep sleep, seems his morning run of 9 miles had sent him into slumberland in a nice way, when he finally heard my say emergency room he started listening and backed the conversation up to the beginning, Joe the EMT's are taking me to the hospital, the truck and cart are on the entrance ramp to SR 35, I can't reach Nova and I need some help, okay we're on it. A few minutes later Carol's call - the car is in the garage. Still no response from Nova and Joe has arrived so now Carol and Joe are circling the house knocking on windows and doors. Nova had mentioned earlier that she wanted to go out for a walk so Joe goes mobile to look for her.
By now the EMT supervisor is on my scene, no pressure to go to the ER but, I start thinking that I need to make a decision, so I decide to make the trip, the supervisor locks the truck and contacts the local police that they don't tow the truck and cart and we begin the slow trip to the ER. It is actually slow, it seems even slower because not only is my vision still double but I am facing the rear view of the wagon.
Nova wakes up to see Joe leaving the driveway to look for her walking only to think that he was instead the AT&T guy there early for a service call at 4 pm. It is only about 3 pm, but then she starts to realize that I should be home from the House of Bread and she begins to wonder where I am. Had I gone to the House of Bread I should have been done and on my way home by 2:30. So she goes to her purse for her cell phone, which isn't in her purse at all.
Now the ER doctor is telling me that I have had a case of Vertigo, a rather explainable onset experience where my inner ear canal takes on a stone like material that comes to rest on my inner ear hairs and that is the underlying cause of the world spinning around me. Hydration was the emphasis of the day seems like I heard it from the ER doctor as well as the EMT's. Never mind that I drink between 64 and 128 oz of water daily, not an average mind you never less than 64 but at times more than 128.
Soon after the Doc left I had this experience that the bed was falling to the left that the room floor had given way and that I was falling off the side of the bed. It had tilted and I was hanging on for dear life to keep from hitting the floor.
Nova was now back-pedalling as to when she had seen her cell phone, she checked the bedroom charger, then the front seat of the car, there she heard the notification beep. It wasn't between the seat and the consul, she felt under the seat,nothing ...yet she had heard the beep, getting down on her hands and knees with a flashlight, there it was dead center under the passenger seat.
How it got there is only God's guess. It was hidden so as to make certain that she did not get my phone calls which makes the rest of the story worth the wait....
Do you enjoy my story telling style of writing? If you do please consider one or both of my books which are available on Amazon."BECOMING SILAS VOLUME 1 2nd EDITION". It is autobiographical in nature about a young man growing up with a Learning Disability in a time period when the world of education didn't know what a Learning Disability was......It can be purchased at WWW.AMAZON.COM/DP/B0150A6N10
AND "SEVEN CHEAP WAYS TO DEAL WITH STRESS IN THE WORKPLACE" (which is only available digitally) via WWW.AMAZON.COM/DP/B01DQ8I6VC
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