So my Grandma thinks I had a mild stroke like she did. The nurse on call and the dispatcher for the firefighters thought it might be a stroke or a seizure. The firefighters, when they arrived, felt it was none of those things and that I might be overheated or something that shouldn't be worried about. Whatever happened on Friday night, it certainly was weird.

Around 7pm I started to get dizzy, which is nothing strange for me throughout this summer since I've been experiencing some type of unknown virus of arthritic-type pains, exhaustions, and dizzy-spells. Around 7:30 as I was trying to head over to Jessie's, I couldn't make it down the stairs and decided to sit a while on the stairs. Everything was spinning. Suddenly I felt sick to my stomach from the spinning and ran to my apartment once again and to the toilet. Nothing. But still lots of spinning rooms. I cancelled with Jessie, laid down with some saltine crackers and gatorade, felt terrible, and eventually around 7:45 fell asleep on the couch. At 8:45 I woke up and everything was still spinning and the cat was licking my forehead. So sweet. I held onto the toilet seat to keep me balanced as I vomitted red gatorade for as long as I had stuff to do so. Everything was still spinning. Spinning, spinning, spinning.

I made it to my bed to go to sleep again, but then I thought I better call Kaiser because my rheumotologist had told me that if I experienced any changes in my condition that I should let him know. I called. The on-call nurse asked me a lot of questions, and yes, my hand was tingling, and yes, my hand was closed and hard to open, and yes, the room was spinning, and yes I suppose I could pass out, and no, I wasn't in any pain right now.... She called 911. I said that I could just go to Kaiser hospital, but she didn't want me to leave the couch. Oh, ok.

I called Jessie with my cell phone while I was on hold with her. He came over and let the firefighters in the building. (I'm glad he has my keys and is nearby.) A whole group of hunky guys came in. I put on my glasses. They took my blood pressure. It was fine. They put some sticky heart-measurer things on my chest. My heart was fine. They talked to me about how I was fine but maybe just exhausted or overheated or something. They told me if it got worse I could go to the hospital, but they thought I'd be ok. And Jessie was going to stay with me for a while.

And the spinning of the rooms was subsiding a bit. I still couldn't stand very well, but it was getting better. Eventually, Jessie left and I could stand up. I went to sleep. All was fine the next morning, mostly. What happened Friday night? I don't know. But I've left a message with the rheumotologist and we'll be going to see him again soon I gather. Stroke/seizure? I'm only turning 33 tomorrow, not 53. What is going on? Anyway, I'm fine now.... I think.