What Goes Up, Must Come Down

     My extraordinary life, has been stuck on the spin cycle of the washing machine, for a few days.
     Brief ( you know that is not true) history.
     Fell getting out of bed, a week ago. Hit the couch, bruised arm and rattled brain. I think I tripped over my slippers, some say I may have passed out? Who knows?
     Walked around gingerly for a couple of days.
      Woke up and I was in the Fun House at the State Fair, everything was turning, floor included.
      Called 911.
      Fire and Rescue came, I had to crawl to let them in, my legs were like jello.
      One took my blood sugar, even after I had told him I took it, and it was fine.
      The man on my right took my blood pressure, and said, " Oh My God Mam! ( I hate that Mam stuff) your Blood Pressure is off the charts high, like stroke high, or heart attack high!) I told him maybe it is a better idea, not to tell me everything. I absorb negative things and positive things around me, and if I wasn't having a panic attack I am on the verge now.
       We headed to the ER.
       I told the ambulance person, that I must be sick, I have never left my house without lipstick and if he would hand me my purse, I could remedy that. ( My BP was 207/110) ( it was not good) ( if I was going to meet Jesus, I was going to look better)
       He was shoving nitro under my tongue, seven tries to start an IV, my blood pressure was coming down, and I was a little calmer.
       Yada Yada........hooked me up, all looked good, Vertigo meds.....and five hours later I left the hospital. ( with my gown in tow, it was too nice to leave behind) ( I wore it at my pap smear doctor on Monday of this week) ( Have hospital gown will travel) ( they have those paper towels that you wear) ( no more, I have my own hospital gown!) ( so worth the hospital visit!!)
      Back to story, did I tell you that this is all last Thursday, well on Friday and Saturday I am fine.
      Sunday morning, something felt wacky, urgent care we went, BP sky high again. Doctor suggested that we go to the ER. ( urgent care is not like the ER?) ( I guess not)
      So he gave me a pill, and off I went, to my ER, who by now, know me.
      We are sitting in the waiting room, when a man falls on the floor, carrying his hand and half of his arm in a towel, boating accident. I look at Bill, and with my eyes said, " It could be worse!" " Lord Jesus!"
       I had a cat scan, and EKG, etc.. and they gave me another pill and I had to see my primary doctor.
      The cute little doctor, said to me, " We hate your kind of case, because we don't know what is causing this!" " All of us are discussing your case outside, just shaking our heads!" WHAT!! don't tell me this stuff, I need Dr. Kildare and Ben Casey!!!
     Went to my regular doctor, she thinks it is from my fall, or the meds I take for my hip, and age. My blood pressure is like that of an 18 year old, but my nerves are shot to hell. Still a little dizzy, but I think that is my normal.
      So I am to lay low, for a few weeks, take my BP, eat a new med, and return to see her, with my new gown!! ( having your own personal hospital gown is pretty darn cool!) ( I am not suggesting stealing, but my co-pay will cover the cost!) ( so I bought it!)
     I was not going to write about all of this, but honestly there are lessons, good material in everything. Even in horrible situations.
     I have almost finished reading ANNE LAMOTT's new book, Hallelujah Anyway, which I promise to tell you about, later. She is just one of the best , and I will share. AND no I did not read in the ambulance, but my kindle was in my thirty pound purse! The ambulance man nurse, asked me if I was in stress, I think I may have given him a Betty Davis eye, and then I spoke, " Please introduce me to anyone that says, they have no stress! I want to meet that person." then he asked me what year it was, ugh......I asked, " Is Trump still president?"