Oh Life ( 2 syllables.....)

Oh that brings back memories......As my crazy morning unfolds memories of my father fill my head. My father was Croatian he spoke 6 different languages. English was his 6th language and my mother taught him that, needless to say he have a heavy accent. Gosh I loved his accent. Anyhow, I digress. We were playing a lively family game of chirades, it was my dad's turn he had to do the movie "The meaning of life" a Monty python flick. Anyhow you all know how the game goes, "1st word so many syllables etc etc." well he got to the word "Life" to him it had 2 syllables....the team lost that round....but oh how we laughed. Little did we know at that time that a very and I mean very fond memory was created for all of my brothers and sisters. The way he broke down the word Life and his expression was so powerful.....to this day we use it, especially when we are feeling exsapireted. It just seems to be the right word to use with those inflections.

So my crazy day starts.....up early for an appointment in town. I'm exhausted as I had little sleep the day before due to me working night shift. Anyhow, attend the meeting. Go home do my house chores, and then off to our basement suite to prime and paint. Trying to get the darn thing rented for middle of next month. Then my man calls me and says lets' go golfing. I don't golf, but it is such a glorious day and the golf course is nestled in a bit of a valley with the mountains for a backdrop. We golf 9 holes. That was enough for me. This is all I remember about yesterday.

We arrived home. Apparently, I cooked us some dinner, I sent out some emails.....I have know recollection of this. The first thing I remember was waking up still with my jacket on wondering what had happened. I freaked....my husband was asleep on the couch, I tried and tried to wake him up...I shook him.....I started to hit him with a pillow....wake up I keep screaming "what happened I say, what happened?" He finally wakes up. Flustered, as to why am I hitting him with a pillow. I am freaking at this time....I have no recollection as to how I got home, what time of day it was nothing. Blank! My head is pounding feels like it is going to explode. Doug calls his parents to come over. I am still hysterical freaked out.....I felt like someone had drugged me. Doug calls the doctor...tells him what is going on. Doctor tells him to take me to ER.

My head feels like someone is playing the drums on it...the nausea and wretching weaken me. The ER is a 40 min drive from house. We arrive they take me right in. My asthma starts to act up they put o2 on me and give me a ventolin treatment. Doctor comes, order a CT scan of my head, chest xray, blood work. All come back normal. He wants to admit me as they don't know why I had the "black out" was it a seizure? was it a TIA not sure. They want me to see a neurologist and have an EEG and maybe MRI, but that is in Victoria a 3 hr drive from me. I opt to come home and be under the care of my husband until such time that an appointment is confirmed. There instruction to go back to ER if anything happens again, and in the meantime, no driving, bath with only minimal water in the tub....and just relax. I am so sleepy. Got to go.....I'll keep you posted. Oh Li fa!