Poor Me

I’m so frustrated right now. This past Thursday, I started Week 7 of P90X without having missed a single workout. Some days were more difficult than others: There were days that I really didn’t feel up for working out, and others when I had so much other stuff going on that it was tough to fit in. But I planned ahead of time and did what had to be done so that I didn’t miss a single workout.

Until yesterday. And now today. And likely tomorrow. And possibly Monday…

On Thursday, Friend #1 and her friend (and my new friend!) came down to Pittsburgh for the Jimmy Buffett concert. Before the concert, we tailgated in the parking lot… My first time! It was pretty fun :)

I volunteered to be the designated driver, so I really didn’t have much to drink – a few Mikes Hard Lemonades over the course of 6 hours. Needless to say, I was not drunk.

We went into the concert at 8. After about an hour, I started to feel sick: dizzy, lightheaded, cold sweats, headache. I told my friends that I had to go to the bathroom, thinking if I could get out of the crowd and splash some water on my face I’d feel better.

I walked out of the concert area toward the bathrooms, but started to get SO dizzy that I had to lean up against something. I clearly remember seeing a garbage can and walking towards it. I put my hand on it and then…

I woke up in the medical center.

I have no idea how I got to the there or how long I was out. Based on the timeline, there’s rougly 25-30 minutes that I don’t remember.

I threw up a few times in the medical center, discovered big abrasions on my head, shoulder and arm, was issued a citation for public drunkenness – even though I wasn’t drunk! – and met back up with my friends. The concert was over. I can’t believe I missed the entire second half…

I was sick all night and all morning. My friends convinced me to let them take me to the ER where I explained the night’s events to the doctor. After an EKG and a CT scan, the explanation is this: In general, I have very low blood pressure – between 47 & 49 beats per minute. Couple that with the extreme heat, the likely dehydration I was suffering from, and the thinned blood from the few drinks I did have, and that was enough to cause me to pass out (not the first time I’ve passed out, either). When I passed out, I hit my head, which caused a concussion, and that caused the vomiting.

Crazy. That ruins the rest of my fun weekend plans with Friend #1, and has left me with a severe headache.

I can’t work out for a few days either :/

Next week I have to follow up with my GP about the low blood pressure thing. I’m also going to try to fight the ticket I got for being drunk when I wasn’t.

For now, though, I’m supposed to just take it easy. I can work out when I feel up for it, which I don’t right now. When I can turn my head without feeling severe pain, I think I’ll be ready to resume P90X. The doctor said the best plan was to spend the weekend on the couch watching movies.

Good thing I have Netflix: Doctor’s orders!

3 Responses to “Poor Me”

  1. bodybypizza Says:

    That. Is. Crazy!! I'm glad you're OK. And I'd think Tony would be equal-parts glad as well.

  2. Aimeeinak Says:

    That is so scary! I'm glad you're doing okay, I hope they get to the bottom of this soon.

  3. Kimberly Says:

    Thanks, girls! Insane, right?