So, um, yeah. I passed out in church yesterday. Who the heck knows what’s going on.
I was teaching my class of 13-year-olds and I started to feel a little woozy- so I passed the class to David and excused myself, thinking I would go to the bathroom and just splash some water on my face. When I got in the bathroom, there were a bunch of women in there talking, so I went in a stall and just sat down. Waves of nausea and pain started rolling over me, and before I knew it, I was on the floor.
I came-to lying on the cool tile, with three ladies and my husband standing over me, all looking very, very worried. One of the ladies is a friend of mine and RNCP. She took my pulse and checked me out, got me some water and made me lie down under a blanket until my color started to come back. She checked me out, and told David to take me home and make me lie down the rest of the day, and advised I get myself checked out today.
She thinks I may have a concussion from Nauvoo, when I fell down the stairs. I did hit my head pretty dang hard, and I did see stars for quite a while when I fell. It’s been more than a week though- she said it doesn’t matter, concussions can be that way.
So, there it is. Someone gathered up my kids and got them in the car while David and my friend helped me get my ballance and get outside.
Today I’m still a little woozy, but nothing terrible. I’m taking it easy, and twenty people have called to check on me, including some doctors in the ward. I’m OK. Really.