an incident.

Okay, I've been debating about whether or not to share this, because I didn't want to make it a big deal. However, I think the experience holds irony and intrigue, which always makes for a good story. So here goes:

The other day started off not so much like any other day...but still...I didn't expect things to turn out like this.

Let me explain...
For the past week and a half, I've been feeling off. I've had the weirdest lightheaded/dizzy feeling coupled with a headache and slight nausea at times. Some days are worse than others, but for the most part I'm usually okay...It's just majorly annoying. (And "majorly" is an understatement...ha.)

Well Tuesday morning, my sweet husband and I headed off to the hospital to visit his momma who had just had surgery. On the way there, I started to get the lightheaded feeling, but it was worse than it's ever been. This time I was extremely nauseous and I knew that things were worse than before. We made it into the hospital waiting room, but I knew I was close to passing out, so I had to take a seat. Jake was going to look for his Dad, so I told him I'd be fine and that I'd just wait there.
Bad idea.
I knew that familiar feeling of passing out and wanted to avoid it at all costs, so I walked over to the receptionist and faintly asked:
"Umm...can you help me? I'm about to pass out..."
ha ha. I guess that's not really something you should drop on an innocent human being... the poor woman was totally unprepared. She was answering the phone right then, so with a frightened look on her face, she dropped the phone and ran back to find a nurse. Oops.

A nurse walked out, calm as could be 
and told me to sit down and call my husband.
It sure was convenient to be sitting in a hospital room filled with a million nurses and wheelchairs nearby, but I really wish we'd been at Disneyland, because wearing mouse ears and being pushed around in a wheelchair to cut in front of all the lines sure would have been cooler than looking like a dork being pushed around crying my eyes out and feeling like crap!

We made our way up to the food court to meet the rest of Jake's family and to figure out what we were going to do. I was getting an awful headache at this point and kept feeling like I couldn't breathe. 
Suffocating to death would be the worst way to die, 
I've decided that is an absolute fact!!

I kept feeling like I was either going to pass out or throw up, so they laid me down on a bench next to a table.
Luckily I neither barfed nor lost consciousness, but I still felt awful. 
Especially because I felt like I had a hundred pairs of eyes on me!
The random strangers staring my way turned out to be really nice, however, because they directed us toward the nearest instacare and Jake's aunts and cousin were all so sweet to help us make our way there.
(Thanks a lot. For reals.)
When we got to the instacare and were sitting there waiting, Jake thought it would be a brilliant idea to take a picture.
Jake: "Hey, where's your camera?"
Me: "Are you kidding me? We're not taking a picture of this!"
Jake: "It's a photo op. For your blog..."
Me: serious consideration, despite the fact that my head was hurting...and after much deliberation 
"fine. here." (hands over the camera)

Not exactly my shining hour, but here's the proof. Doggy bag and all!

 I finally made it back to the doctor and got all the tests done to figure out what was going on, one of which was a pregnancy test.
And to clear up any questions that may be lingering 
(because I know within the family there were many)
I am not pregnant. 
Much to your dismay. 
And kind of mine too, 
because then at least I'd have a reason for all of this madness!!
Every test they did came back normal (or negative).
And at this point, that's not exactly what I wanted to hear!
I have an appointment with the doc on Tuesday, so hopefully with more testing, we'll be able to figure out what's going on...
In the meantime, I guess I'll have to learn a new skill...

 And for the record, my mother-in-law is doing well. 
Thank you for all your prayers!

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