As you may have noticed, I have been gone for about three months now. What's that? You...you DIDN'T notice? Oh. I see. Well, guess I'm not as cool as I thought I was
Anyway, I was doing good for a while but then I just completely got off track. There is no excuse, nor was there any reason for it, but I just completely stopped going to the gym for a while and started eating like a chubbs again. That lasted for a few weeks and then Jen and I both decided we would get back on track. That was the weekend of May 17th-18th; the weekend before Jen's 35th birthday. That Monday, on May 19th (the day before her birthday), I got back on track. Mentally and physically, I was ready to fully commit to being healthy again. But, then everything changed in one breath - or lack there of...
I had to work on Tuesday morning (Jen's birthday). I have to wake up at 6AM when I work the morning shift so I always follow pretty much the same routine the night before - I go and lay down in bed at 10PM, watch a little TV and eventually fall asleep. We sleep with the fan on, so the fan was making noise. The TV was on, so that makes noise as well. On top of that, I decided to close the door so the cat wouldn't bother me (oh yeah, we got a kitten...but more on that some other time).
I fell asleep that night at some point and drifted into a dream. Now, you know when you hear a noise while you're sleeping and, instead of waking up, you subconsciously incorporate that sound into your dream without really knowing it? Well, that's what happened to me. I heard a loud crash but I didn't wake up. It just worked its way into my dream. At some point following the loud crash, I heard a knock on our bedroom door. When I first awoke, I was a little startled and it didn't hit me yet. Then, after about a second, it hit me - why would someone be knocking on our bedroom door? ...unless it was one of the kids? And, why would one of the kids be...OH NO, SOMETHING'S WRONG.
I went to the door and our daughter was standing there. I said, "What's wrong?" and all she did was say, "Mommy wants you" and pointed toward our kitchen. And, that's when I saw her - lying face down on the floor.
Jen had a pulmonary embolism which, for those who don't know, is the fancy of way of saying she had blood clots release into her lungs that interfered with her ability to breathe. I checked on her very quickly and then called 9-1-1. She was taken to the emergency room here in town (we live in a small, SMALL town) where they guessed that she had clots in her lungs. She was then rushed to the larger hospital in the area which is about 40 minutes away. After a quick diagnosis and fast treatment, the doctors had her stabilized and on her way to recovery.
That was the scariest thing I've ever experienced. Seeing her lying on the ground like that was something I never want to see again. It was horrifying. That's an image I'm never going to have erased from my mind - ever. Now, she is doing much better (although she still has pretty big physical limitations) but the reality is this - people who suffer a pulmonary embolism have a one-in-three chance of dying. So, that night, Jen had a one-in-three chance of dying. And, THAT scares the living shit out of me. Yes, she's much better now, but she could've realistically died that night. Awesome, right? The night before her birthday THAT shit decides to happen.
I'm glad she's alive (HAHAH, I would HOPE so, right). I wouldn't know what to do if I would've lost her that night. I honestly don't. But, I guess I don't need to worry about that now - she made it through. And, she's doing good. We're not completely back to normal yet (that's going to take a while), but we're getting there.
Anyway, I'm getting back on track today. I actually already started. I got up this morning and went for a nice little jog. I'd like to get back to the gym, but I'm still uncomfortable leaving Jen by herself for more than I have to - going to work all day is stressful enough for me (constantly worrying, "Is she ok? I texted her 5 minutes ago and she hasn't responded. Is something wrong? Did she fall again? OH MY GOD, SHE'S DEAD!!!"). So, I'm going to stick with the morning jog for a while. I know I have to eventually move on with my life and realize that I can't be by her side 24/7, but I'm not ready for that yet. So, until then, I'm going to stick with the morning jog.
Well, that's all I got for now. Off to work I go.