Three weeks ago, I wrote a blog post here on Inspired by Life about taking time to breathe. I’d hit a rare, strangely unfamiliar period where I actually had time to relax and simply enjoy the summer.
But August rolled in and, as I shared on my Robin Lee Hatcher blog, I suddenly had a full calendar again. I’m proofing pages for my next release, I’m delighted to be working on a couple of big website projects, my fall term college classes are about to kick into gear, and more. And eventually I’ll know what writing project will be next in line.
It all seemed such important stuff.
Then last week happened.
On Thursday, I had a wellness doctor appointment in the morning. Soon after I returned home, my husband Jerry, who had been in bed for a couple of days, not feeling well at all, got up to get something to eat. I won’t go into all that happened but to say he was disoriented and confused would be a mild description. After a while, it was obvious this man was in more than a little distress. I tried to get him to get in the car so I could take him to the doctor, but he refused to cooperate. A few more attempts at persuasion failed, and I finally dialed 911.
Nothing like six young men with a slew of medical equipment, confidence, and caring words crowding into your bedroom to make you feel a little less helpless and afraid.
Turns out Jerry’s blood pressure was so low it was “barely high enough to sustain life,” according to one EMT. Along with the low blood pressure was a racing pulse, which I’m told is an odd combination. The EMTs had to do some determined persuading to get Jerry off the bed and onto the gurney and on his way to the ER, but they succeeded where I had failed.
God bless EMTs!
I grabbed my laptop to take to the hospital with me so I could send out requests for prayer to friends via emails and Facebook. And we felt those prayers.
God bless praying friends, readers, and complete strangers!
Turns out, two medications were probably the culprits for the low BP, and the confusion/disorientation was severe dehydration.
God bless all the medical professionals who piled into his room and got him stabilized.
I am SO thankful to God for those dehydration symptoms because without them, who knows what would have happened. It could have turned out so differently. After an overnight stay in ICU, Jerry was home and 48 hours after that, he had energy that he hasn’t felt in months. Obviously the problem has been building ever since he was put on the second of those two medications. We just hadn’t realized the cause or extent of the lethargy he felt.
Let me tell you, although I did some work items during those hours at the hospital, it was to take my mind off what was happening, not because they seemed important. Only one thing mattered: Getting Jerry well and home again.
Priorities really do become evident at a time like that.