Sunday, October 24, 2010
It was all going along nicely, hanging out with the dog, catching up on household chores and doing some hard core puttering. Saturday, I went across town to buy fresh corn tortillas so I could make taquitos with the roast Serge had made on Friday. I couldn't find ripe avocados anywhere though, it's a fickle fruit, so I had to buy prefab guacamole. Can I just say that there are very few things that are more divine than homemade taquitos fresh out of the frying pan? Orgasmic, I'm telling you. I totally blew the diet but it was sooooo worth it.
Then on Sunday, I got up as usual and did my morning routine and took Georgie out for the long walk. It is always super quiet here on Sunday mornings, hardly anyone out except for the early birds walking their dogs like me. But almost no cars which is odd when you live in a big city such as ours. When I got back from the walk, I came in and there was Serge lying on the floor with the phone next to his head. He said, "I already called 911."
There is pretty much nothing worse to come home to except if he had been unconscious. He was convulsing and explaining that he felt super dizzy and thought he was having a stroke. I grabbed his wrist and his pulse was like a scared rabbit's. I knew he was panicking so I tried to calm him down while trying to hide my own panic. Seconds seem like hours at times like that. The paramedics arrived and made sure his vital signs were okay. They were unable to determine a cause but worked hard to make him calm down and slow his hyperventilation. Then it was onto the stretcher and into the ambulance. Over the course of the next few hours, he had repeated episodes of dizzyness and spasms all through his body. By the time the doctor saw him (7 hours later - triage prioritizes and his life wasn't in danger) he was just a little dizzy and no more spasming. This was a good sign because a stroke doesn't do that and the other thing they were talking about (don't know in English) doesn't get better that quick either. The paramedics thought maybe it was a pinched nerve in his neck but the doctor didn't. Finally, they took a bunch (a bunch!) of his blood, sent us home and said if there was anything to be concerned about, they would call us this evening. If they call, there will be an update to this post. I did like that the doctor gave a bit of a lecture about the cigarette smoking. I hope Serge will put a new priority on that. Anyhoo, can't let an event like this go by without a picture, can we? Here he is on the stretcher waiting his turn. We managed to laugh a bit too. Hug your loved one right now! You never ever know, you know?