Turning 30 means you’re getting older, but it doesn’t have to mean you’re getting old. At least that’s what I try to tell myself nearly every day. I’ve been blessed with a very youthful husband. He’s very wise and always has been beyond his years, but he’s also very youthful. We decided to turn this 30th birthday into a very fun celebration with some fine Indian cuisine at Bombay Palace and ice skating at Centennial Sportsplex. Yep, ice skating. I’m not talking about figure skating; he likes hockey skates and tearing into the ice. He’s always been a big fan of rollerblading, so to him this is the same, just on ice.
Unfortunately, the night didn’t go remotely as planned and we’re going to have to take a rain-check. We rang in his 30’s in the emergency room.
Here’s how it all went down:
We went to Bombay Palace with some family and close friends and ordered an amazing combination Indian meal to share. We ordered Zoey a special version of naan bread that was filled with egg and fruit, which she loved, and she picked off of our meals as well (she tore into a good amount of basmati rice). Not long after the food arrived, Glenn dug in. A few bites in, he realized he had taken a bite that was too large and it was lodged in his chest. Usually when that happens, he’ll drink water to wash it down, only this time, it didn’t wash down. The water just sat there. In the midst of us taking a group picture, he had to excuse himself to the bathroom, where he threw up his food. We were all pretty worried about it because it wasn’t like he was choking, it was more like his ability to breathe was cut off or like he was having an allergic reaction to something. He returned to the table and not 30 seconds later, he excused himself again. At this point, I was extremely worried he was going to need to go to the hospital. Then I noticed I felt faint and like the room was disappearing. That’s the last thing I remember.
Apparently I said, “I feel–” and then passed out. When I woke up, I was still sitting up in my chair and my friend was cradling my head, keeping me upright. I could hear Zoey screaming for me. I was completely delusional, I forgot where I was and had no idea what had happened. A doctor happened to be present at the exact time I fainted to pick up a to-go order and he said I should go to the ER to get checked for arrhythmia. I had started to pull out of this spell before I actually got juice in my system, but once the juice was in me, I started to feel a lot better. We decided to stay at the restaurant and let everyone finish eating. I didn’t really eat though – my appetite was completely shot. I texted my OB to alert her of the situation since I am on Metformin and she ordered me to quit taking it immediately until we figure out what is really going on. Apparently that shouldn’t happen on Met if it’s blood sugar related. I thought I’d need to increase it, but she felt the exact opposite until we had some testing done.
We left the restaurant and I decided we should still go ice skating, I wanted to just sit and watch. We had told Zoey all week about us going to do this (big mistake) and I was so worried about letting her down. We drove to the ice rink and as soon as we parked, I started feeling it again. It felt like it was coming on slower though. I told Glenn we couldn’t go in there and it was decided then and there that we’d go across the street to the ER just to check on things. Once again, Zoey was taken away by family, crying for me. It was so heart breaking, but I knew she was in good hands.
Glenn, his sister Misty and I headed to the ER. I was brought back immediately, thankfully there was no wait. I was put into a tiny closet-like room where they checked my blood pressure (it was 155/105) and took a rather large vial of blood. I waited for a while until the blood results were in. They performed an EKG, which I passed just fine. No arrhythmia.
By the time I had made it to the ER, I had consumed about 12 oz of pineapple juice and part of a Coke, so my glucose was 116. However, there was one red flag they found: My TSH levels were over 8. They should be resting below 4.
My thyroid is freaking out on me.
There is a possibility that my fainting spell was a result of an anxiety attack – a moment of panic and worry for my husband’s well-being. This has happened a few other times in my life when presented with extremely stressful situations. However, at one time I had fainted at a hospital while visiting my grandmother and my blood sugar was checked – it was 38 at the time – so I guess when under extreme stress and anxiety, my blood sugar drops? I’m not really sure. The ER was only concerned with my thyroid and wanted me to follow up with my OB, which I did. They did not have answers beyond that. My OB is going to run additional tests on my thyroid to see what is really going on, then refer me to an endocrinologist.
We don’t have a full answer right now, but we do know my thyroid isn’t in a happy place at the moment and we intend to follow up on that. Who knows, maybe this is an easy fix to some of my infertility struggles. Maybe my uterine lining will do better if my thyroid is under control. There are a lot of maybes, but I really hope we just discovered a solution. How lovely would it be if all I needed was thyroid medication to get some of my body working correctly. I understand this would mean medication for the rest of my life, but what’s another pill to add to my list of vitamins anyway, right?
Oh well. Turning 30 for my husband meant a birthday we’ll never forget. Not necessarily in the way we had hoped, but there are certain things we can look back at and totally laugh about… other things, not so much.
I will say, the ER we went to was the same hospital I stayed at for 6 weeks before delivering Zoey and where she stayed in NICU… they did a great job taking care of me once again.
As for my husband… well, he’ll chew his food better from now on. 😉 Happy birthday, dear. I love you. Thank you for taking care of me and my weirdness.