An interesting evening

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It was an interesting evening yesterday. The fun part - I got carded. The not so fun part - I twisted my ankle & fainted.


Not surprisingly, I liked the being carded part best. And the vanilla stout.


Since our belly dance class was done & the recital was over (& it was the birthday of one of our troupe members), for our troupe time this week we decided to celebrate & go out to a brew pub. So we had a beer* & some excellent nachos & chatted, chatted, chatted & laughed, laughed, laughed. I had water, then a second beer & we continued chatting & laughing. Finally, after we'd been there for a couple of hours, we decided to go listen to the live music in a separate part of the restaurant.

We got up and started walking that way. I saw there were a couple of shallow steps, but apparently miscounted how many. I landed wrong and twisted my foot hard.

Since I was in back of the other two, they didn't see it happen & kept going. I took a couple of breaths, decided it wasn't so bad & that I could at least get to the corner/walkway so they'd see me when they looked back. I gimped over to there, grabbed the wall... or maybe a chair... and started graying out.

Next thing I knew I was on the floor with some up-close blurry faces in front of me and a vague memory of my legs not wanting to stay under me. Turns out I'd been in and out of consciousness for maybe 10 minutes. Once I was actually awake, within probably 30 seconds my vision cleared up completely, I started being able to talk again, and I felt perfectly fine. Well, except for my foot.

Meanwhile, not too surprisingly, they'd called my husband and 911. The paramedics came & checked me out. They figured the unconsciousness was not due to low blood sugar/diabetes or an allergic reaction or anything like that, but was probably a vasovagal episode. Which is a fancy name for fainting. As in, "Lordy, my stays are done up too tight & I just cain't seem to catch my breath!" And since the universe wanted to balance out my post-carding feeling of youthfulness, they said it's not uncommon for old people to experience a vasovagal incident when on the toilet. So, you know, thanks for that. **

Mr. Kluges got a neighbor to stay at the house while he came & got me. And today we went back & picked up my car & I've been gimping around the house some, trying to at least get a few things done in preparation for our trip to MN tomorrow. (But I know, Mom - RICE: Rest, ice, compression, elevation! :) )

Wishing you all a much less exciting time. And the moral of my little story? Count the dang steps.



*This would be when I was carded. Not that I look 21, but they might have a policy of carding those who look under 30? Maybe? Anyway, I was carded, the other two women weren't, & as someone closer to 42 than 21, I'm choosing to take it as a compliment that I look young! :)

**Wikipedia/MayoClinic say it can also be triggered by such simple things as getting your blood drawn, or seeing someone else's blood drawn, or standing with your legs locked too long (like all those groomsmen & bridesmaids), or sudden onset of extreme emotions, or the aforementioned "bearing down" or a whole list of other triggers.