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September 15, 2010

Earlier this week, John and I spent a couple of nights in High Point, attending a continuing education seminar for work.  We don’t often travel overnight unless we’re heading to the lake house.

To be honest, I should have known the whole experience was going to be weird when I got a look at the room layout…  There were sliding mirrored doors serving to separate the bathroom’s shower / Jacuzzi sized bathtub from the bedroom / sitting area…  By opening said doors, you could watch the flat screen television located above the electric fireplace at the opposite corner of the suite while taking a bubble bath…  The king sized bed appeared to be the expected width, but was missing approximately a foot in the length.  And it was situated close enough to the mirrored doors that you could leap directly out of the tub into the bed and vice-versa if you wanted to avoid wasting steps…

The floor plan and amenities of the room were a bit strange to me, but overall, no big deal.  Until about 6 a.m. yesterday morning…

The thigh high cedar chest / mattress extender located at the foot of the bed and I had a close encounter.  It won.  In my sleepy stupor, I misjudged the distance around the edge and slammed into it with my left thigh, falling forward with a grunt.  The pain was so intense all I could do was whimper…which of course woke John up.  I stumbled to the bathroom, relieved to sit and take weight off my leg.  Waves of dizziness passed over me, leaving me disoriented and unable to find the t.p. for what seemed to be the longest time.  I finally decided it would be better if I was lying down…

Except on the way back, I fainted.  For the first time in my life.  Just as I reached the spot where the furniture attacked.  I smacked my left cheekbone hard on the plastic handle of the suitcase as I went down, hitting a few other parts on my left side for good measure.  It happened in the blink of an eye; one second I was shuffling along, the next I was on the floor, trying to figure out how in the world I was going to navigate the final three steps to the bed.  I literally crawled to the mattress and dragged myself up onto it, sweaty, throbbing and nauseous.  John sat up when I hit the floor, asking repeatedly what happened and if I was okay…

At first I couldn’t answer him…but eventually the words formed after I was flat on my back…

I tend to have low blood pressure so I really believe it had something to do with that combined with the confusion of waking in a strange place…  But what if it was something else?

Last year I had every intention of finding and taking a CPR class; unfortunately I never got around to it.  After revisiting John’s close call recently and now this with me, we have decided to make it a priority to learn together at the earliest opportunity.

If anyone has taken a class before and/or can recommend one, please leave a comment or send me a message; if anyone is interested in joining us, let me know as well…

I feel like this was a not so gentle reminder to just do it, my scratched and bruised cheek serving to reinforce the point…better safe than sorry…

Always wishing you hope…tg

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