I'm not dead yet…

The Dead Collector: Bring out yer dead.
[a man puts a body on the cart]
Large Man with Dead Body: Here’s one.
The Dead Collector: That’ll be ninepence.
The Dead Body That Claims It Isn’t: I’m not dead.
The Dead Collector: What?
Large Man with Dead Body: Nothing. There’s your ninepence.
The Dead Body That Claims It Isn’t: I’m not dead.
The Dead Collector: ‘Ere, he says he’s not dead.
Large Man with Dead Body: Yes he is.
The Dead Body That Claims It Isn’t: I’m not.
The Dead Collector: He isn’t.
Large Man with Dead Body: Well, he will be soon, he’s very ill.
The Dead Body That Claims It Isn’t: I’m getting better.
Large Man with Dead Body: No you’re not, you’ll be stone dead in a moment.

My last post was Wednesday, and here it is Sunday. Where have I been? Well, it turns out my business was not completely killed by Katrina. I have a nice new project to work on – fittingly, about Katrina – that will keep my expenses paid for a while and even though I can’t rehire my designers, I can at least give one of them a little side work from this project. So it’s a start. That kept me busy and out of trouble on Thursday and Friday. Saturday, which is now our church day since we’re borrowing space from another church, was a little peculiar.

I got up several hours before church, came into the office to do a little work, and about 20 minutes later, started to feel very weak and dizzy. I called my husband into the room before I fainted, and he informs me that I had some kind of weird seizure. I came to about 10 minutes later. I’m not epilectic, no health problems to account for this odd phenomenon, so we went to the ER instead of church. Bottom line: they don’t know exactly why this happened. EKG, bloodwork, all the tests they did were fine. I was a little dehydrated, but not enough to account for this. The doc wanted to do a CT scan, but I talked him out of it because we have a very high deductible and sheesh, it’s DECEMBER. So the deal is if it happens again, I’ll get the scan. In January, when at least we’ll have the benefit of coverage for the rest of the year afterwards.

The best thing about this – if you have ever fainted (or if you’re a guy, the more manly “passed out”) you know that terrifying, tingly, tunnel-vision-to-blackout thing? I wasn’t that scared. I thought I might die but I was okay about it, I knew what would happen. I have sometimes doubted my salvation, but I don’t think I will again.

Posting may be light for the next day or so, but at minimum I’ll still be having a trackback party on Tuesday and after that the Carnival will be up so be sure to check in.