Talk to Us Tuesday-The One Where Match Passes Out

[As a joke on Kevin, Ed and Eddy announce a booster shot for the school. Upon hearing this and seeing some of Eddy’s mind games, Kevin collapses]
Nazz [to Kevin]: Dude, are you okay? –Ed, Edd, ‘n Eddy

I’m linking up with Impulsive Addict and Seriously Shawn.

This past Wednesday I was doing my usual thing: puttering around the house, doing some laundry, blogging, tidying up the house, when Match called. He had been at a conference for work, so I assumed he was calling during the lunch break.

DG: “Hey sweetie what’s up?”

Match: “I’m in an ambulance. I’m on my way to the hospital right now.”

DG: blood running cold. “What happened? Oh my god are you okay?”

Match: “Yeah, I’m fine I guess I just passed out. They’re taking me to the hospital to run some tests. Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s fine.”

Yeah right don’t worry. Was he kidding? He insisted that I didn’t need to drive to the hospital to meet him, and that he would call me back when he knew more. I immediately got dressed and headed out the door, trying my best not to overreact. I called his coworker, who told me that they had been sitting in a lecture, and then were walking to lunch when Match said he felt like he was going to pass out, and the next thing he knew, he was on the ground. He tried to sound reassuring but I was pretty shook up.

I called my Pops who talked me down and said not to think the worst. He said he probably just had low blood sugar and that it wasn’t a big deal. I called Match again and told him I was on my way to the hospital. He insisted that I don’t drive all the way there (40 minutes) and that there was no reason to worry. So instead I ran errands, rather than sitting at home pacing. I tried to keep busy but I kept checking my phone every few minutes.

What felt like hours later he called me back to let me know that he was going back to work, and that his vitals were fine. He had low blood pressure, and a low heart rate, but they said this was because he is in excellent shape. They were as stumped as he was by what had happened.

When Match got home that night I grabbed him in a bear hug and cried into his chest for a good five minutes. I was so relieved that he was okay, but I was worried too. What the heck would cause an extremely healthy 28 year old, whose blood sugar turned out to be fine, to just randomly pass out? He told me more details after I’d calmed down. He said when he woke up he had no idea where he was, and he didn’t recognize any of his coworkers. He was a little freaked out too, and he agreed that we should follow up with his regular doctor.

He went in for tests on Friday, and the results were that he is as healthy as a professional marathon runner. While it’s great news, it’s frustrating to not know the cause of the fainting, and his dizziness and headaches. He’s getting a cat scan done, mostly to appease me because I worry. Hopefully it was all just a freak experience. I’m just so relieved it didn’t happen while he was working in the jail. Can you imagine? I’m so grateful he wasn’t there where he could have banged his head on the deputy roll top desks or worse…in a cell alone with an inmate. The idea sends a chill up my spine.

Now that we know he’s probably just fine, we can laugh about it. I teased him that he’s having hysterical pregnancy symptoms and trying to steal my limelight. 😉