So in my last post I let you know about the rough week I had earlier this month. I was hoping that last week, during Mac's spring break, things would get better. I knew it was going to be a little hard because we went to Pensacola the first weekend for Mac to do the Tough Mudder and then we were planning on possibly visiting family later in the week so I was going to need to squeeze in my workouts. I had scheduled the personal trainer sessions for Tuesday afternoon and Thursday morning and I needed to find one other day to head in to get an hour done. However, once we got home from Pensacola, nothing went as planned.
Monday afternoon Mac got sick. We weren't sure if it was a virus or food poisoning, but he was definitely not feeling well. He was sick several times that night but I thought he had finally settled down for some sleep around 3am so I decided to take a shower. That was a mistake. He ended up getting sick again but since I was in our bathroom, he got up to go to the guest bathroom. I got out of the shower only to hear him call to me from the dark just outside of our bathroom. He told me he needed me to turn on the light and not freak out. I turned on the light to find him lying on the tile floor in our sun room holding the back of his head. On the way back to bed, he felt faint and tried to sit down. He fainted before he could sit down and hit his head on the floor and busted it open. I looked at it and immediately knew we had to go to the hospital to get it stitched up.
Getting him out of the house was a pretty big task. He was weak and dehydrated and bleeding. I got us both dressed and got him to the car. We made it to the ER and got him inside. He was still feeling a little sick and then there was the head thing. They checked on him and got him into an exam room. We waited for nearly an hour before anything really happened. They took some blood to do labs and took him back for a CT scan to make sure everything was ok. He ended up getting sick once more and then they finally put him on fluids. They finally cleaned the wound on his head and stapled it up. That was torture for both of us. After that, they basically forgot about his head. They had a bigger problem. His labs were all fine and his CT was clear but he was EXTREMELY dehydrated. After the first bag of fluids, they checked his blood pressure but it wasn't great so they gave him another bag. An hour later, they checked again when he finished the second liter of fluids and things were worse. When he stood up, his BP bottomed out and he was very dizzy. They finally decided to double bag his fluids and that finally stabilized his blood pressure and made him feel better. After the third and fourth bags, they checked and his BP was better. He was able to stand without much difficulty and even walked up and down the hall. He also was able to go to the bathroom which was a good sign. Finally, eight hours after going to the ER for a head laceration, he was no longer dehydrated and we could go home.
I blamed myself for him fainting. I felt like if I had not been in the shower, he wouldn't have needed to walk so far and would not have fainted. The truth is, if he had not fallen and needed staples, I would have never known how severely dehydrated he was. I knew he had been feeling bad but I had no idea how sick he was until we were at the hospital. It turns out, it was more than likely food poisoning from some left overs we brought back from Pensacola.
I was heading to bed when everything happened and so I was not able to actually sleep until I had taken Mac home and then picked up his prescriptions. By the time I was back and settled down, it was 2pm and I had a session scheduled for 5pm. Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. I texted my trainer and told her I wasn't going to make it. Mac and I both slept most of the afternoon, got up , had a little something to eat and went back to bed a few hours later. We were both exhausted. Margaret offered to let me come in on Wednesday but I was still so drained, it didn't happen. Plus we had to figure out a Dr for Mac so we could make an appointment for his staples to be removed.
I finally made it in for a session Thursday morning. Thankfully, it was an upper body day and I wasn't too dead by the end. Once I was home, we had to drive to Alabama for Mac to have a military photo taken. After that, we hit the commissary(man I miss those) and then went to see my parents for dinner before heading home. Friday night I went in to the gym to do the interval run training I had missed on Wednesday instead of the walk that was on the schedule. I didn't quite do exactly what was in the plan but to make up for it, I decided to run one minute close to as fast as I could. I maintained a 7mph pace on the treadmill for a minute after I had been running for 20 minutes. Saturday, I did the run on the books and it SUCKED. I felt like I had never ran before. Everything hurt and it was just bad. I hate it when I have runs like that but after the week I had, I wasn't surprised.
I really hope the bad run is over. Mac is doing fine and I am trying to get back into a good routine. My run training has a 5K on the schedule for next weekend. I am still not 100% sure if I am going to do one but I am going to try. I think I may try to get a massage before so I can loosen everything up. Other than that, I really need to get my nutrition back under control. I was slowly starting to get better but the last week and a half that all went out the window. I have a lot of work to do, but I know if I focus, I can do it. I just hope there aren't any more crazy surprises that pop up and throw everything out of whack.
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