Wait til you hear what happened to me yesterday.........
After getting my ds(almost 7) from school yesterday, we were at home. I hadn't been feeling well since the night before, an had told my ds maybe we could just rest when we got home. He wanted to play his ps2 so I stayed down on the couch. All of a sudden I start to feel much worse, chest pain radiating into my back and shoulders, shortness of breath, dizzy.....I call my dh, he says he's on his way but still has about a 30-40 minute drive. I head back to the kitchen and faint. I feel myself going down so I kind of braced my fall. Drink went flying(can--luckily), glasses went flying and down I was. At this point I'm still somewhat awake I just can't move. I call out to my son, he comes running to me, hands me my glasses and starts to clean up the spill---No panic just doing what needs to be done.
I tell him to call his dad and help him work the 2 way radio.....things then go from bad to worse. That's the last thing I remember until firemen are coming into my house.
Apparently, my ds explained to my dh what had happened, my dh asked him some questions and realized I was out. So he told my ds to call 911......everyone tells me he did a great job! He was clear and calm and answered all their questions. Help came and they took me to the ER. After a bunch of tests they determined I did not have a heart attack (thank god) and they suspect it was stress related. I've been going thru alot of stuff lately, incl my ds himself is on a monitor right now for an unknown heart condition. He's also being treated for a number of other mental health conditions. It's been a very tough year.
I've now decided its time to get help dealing with my stress, I couldn't believe it manifested itself this way. But the moral of the story is teach your kids about 911 and with my son especially, the term "special needs" needs the emphasis on SPECIAL!!!
After getting my ds(almost 7) from school yesterday, we were at home. I hadn't been feeling well since the night before, an had told my ds maybe we could just rest when we got home. He wanted to play his ps2 so I stayed down on the couch. All of a sudden I start to feel much worse, chest pain radiating into my back and shoulders, shortness of breath, dizzy.....I call my dh, he says he's on his way but still has about a 30-40 minute drive. I head back to the kitchen and faint. I feel myself going down so I kind of braced my fall. Drink went flying(can--luckily), glasses went flying and down I was. At this point I'm still somewhat awake I just can't move. I call out to my son, he comes running to me, hands me my glasses and starts to clean up the spill---No panic just doing what needs to be done.
I tell him to call his dad and help him work the 2 way radio.....things then go from bad to worse. That's the last thing I remember until firemen are coming into my house.
Apparently, my ds explained to my dh what had happened, my dh asked him some questions and realized I was out. So he told my ds to call 911......everyone tells me he did a great job! He was clear and calm and answered all their questions. Help came and they took me to the ER. After a bunch of tests they determined I did not have a heart attack (thank god) and they suspect it was stress related. I've been going thru alot of stuff lately, incl my ds himself is on a monitor right now for an unknown heart condition. He's also being treated for a number of other mental health conditions. It's been a very tough year.
I've now decided its time to get help dealing with my stress, I couldn't believe it manifested itself this way. But the moral of the story is teach your kids about 911 and with my son especially, the term "special needs" needs the emphasis on SPECIAL!!!
Sounds like you have a very special son.Now you get some rest!
I'm so glad you're ok and yes stress can do some weird stuff to you.
