So…it’s been a while. In blogger world, it seems that’s almost never good news.
I have fallen off the face of the earth with marathon training. I will still run one, but it may be Octoberish instead of April. Here’s why.
My life is a wild and crazy ride right now. I’m crazy busy at school. I sponsor student council, and we just put on homecoming festivities. It was a lot of work and even more chaos. I thrive on organized chaos. This was not organized chaos. It DID go VERY well though, so there’s that. Live and learn. Next year will be even more awesome, and I won’t have to pull out as many handfuls of hair. Get some, homecoming. Get some.
I’ve also had a few “injuries”. I had an issue with my back recently that kept me out of work for 2 days. The chiro said I need to strengthen my core and back if I want to continue running. Fine by me. I never want my back to hurt that bad again. It. was. excruciating.
My hips also hurt. And pop. Every 5 seconds. They need a break. They’re getting one.
I’ll start training again in about a month. I think I may do a half sometime this spring and try for a full in the fall. We shall see. :)
Another reason is that my mother…my reason for running…is not doing well. She is in such poor health that the nursing home she is in is suggesting palliative care. Other doctors say she is doing well and may have another year left in her. It’s an emotional rollercoaster. Momma is not fully lucid anymore. Sometimes she is off this planet, and other times she is orbiting somewhere in our atmosphere at least. Tuesday she was a mean ol’ bat. She wanted a drink so badly, but she is on fluid restrictions, so…no fluids for her. That meant that she mostly fussed at me all day long, which was okay with me because it was the first time she had recognized me for three weeks. The poor thing has 2 broken knee caps (from one of her FIVE falls at the nursing home), is hallucinating, and is in a lot of pain with her knees and her feet. I’ve been burning up the highway between her town and mine trying to get her medical care lined out. No one communicates well: the nursing home doesn’t communicate well with dialysis and vice versa. It’s frustrating because I then have to act as the go between–and although I’m intelligent, I do NOT have a medical background. It’s difficult and upsetting. Boo-freakin-hoo.
Tomorrow I have to go sign durable power of attorney papers so that I can take over medical decision making for her. She never did that when she was healthier. She never filled out an advanced directive either. I’m meeting with a social worker and the notary to take care of all of that. It’s fun. ;)
In addition to the rest of my out of control life, I had one of the most terrifying experiences of my life tonight. My hubby started feeling sick to his stomach after dinner. He continued to feel worse and worse. He sat on the side of the bed for a few minutes, and then began walking toward the bathroom because he thought he was going to be sick. A few feet short of the door, he stumbled, fell to his knees, grunted and slumped over face down in the bathroom floor. I ran to him and he wasn’t moving or speaking. I did notice he was breathing.
I grabbed my cell and dialed 911. To my surprise, I was able to dial properly and someone picked up right away, unlike multiple dreams I’ve had where I can’t dial or the phone just continues to ring or I get put on hold. I was back at my hubby’s side in our cramped bathroom where he still was unresponsive. I was giving our address as my husband began to seize (or something!). His body went completely rigid. It felt as if I’d shatter him if I touched him hard enough. He made and awful groan and then some clenched labored breathing sounds…almost like gurgling. I seriously thought he was dying. And then I noticed blood pouring from his nose. At this point I KNEW he was dying. I was certain it was an aneurysm bursting in his brain. A very long minute or so passed and he loosened up and regained cognition. He was weak and disoriented. The EMS flew passed our house because the dispatcher gave the wrong address. Hubby at this point was still worried he was dying there on the bathroom floor and was asking if they were close. I called 911 again and gave my address once more. Ems arrived shortly after.
Hubby continued to improve as ems checked him out. Then the ambulance arrived. They loaded him up and took him to the hospital. I found an emergency sitter for my poor scared kiddos, packed a “just in case” bag and headed out the door. I drove the icy roads (we were getting bad weather at the time), and made it to the er about 20 min after hubby. All tests came back negative, so I’m hoping it was an isolated incident. It sure was terrifying, and to be quite honest, I was scared to bring him home.
I’ll probably spend most of the night (what’s left of it) watching him sleep…like a newborn…to make sure he continues to breathe. And in 12 hours I’ll be signing POA papers to become my mom’s medical decision maker. Jealous?