So here's the scoop. Around 5:30 AM I woke up with a leg cramp, hopped out of bed to ease it and then trundled through the house to the bathroom. Pausing at my desk-I think was planning to drink some water- when my knees gave out and I smacked my face on the back of the chair. It made a lot of noise. Chico arrived (seemed like hours later) to find me crouched on the floor near my desk.
He laid me out on the floor and then, shocked by what he saw he escorted me into the bathroom where I fainted again. I don't remember this part. I do remember being on the floor in the bathroom feeling really sweaty, looking up into Chico's worried face, hearing thunderr and seeing flashes of lightning outside. He was rushing all around-up and down the stairs-ice, wash cloths, ice packs, the phone- the works. And moving around, particularly from the standing position to the floor, is not that easy for him.
Catrina and Chico liked trying to make me laugh. I was concerned about scarring.
Laughing remains a little tricky.
We were home by noon. Very nice and competent people there at Fletcher Allen. As you can imagine, I was really thinking of Chico in Albany. Unlike him I wanted to resist every poke, prod or needle.
Now I'm on soft foods for a week. So far even a straw is challenging. I wonder what will happen next.