OH WHAT A WEEK!

And it's only Thursday!

I'll start off by saying that Ryan is nearly perfect.  Seriously, he's pretty much a perfect husband (even puts the seat down and wipes it off), cooks dinner more than I do, does an "ok" job at cleaning up after himself (but I don't mind that part, I love to clean!)   He's a perfect dad and one of the best friends his friends will ever have.

His only imperfection:  his knees!

He was cursed with a family history of bad knees.  Since he was in middle school, his knees have been terrible and popped out of place in the most random times... he'd be walking down stairs, or rollerblading or something silly and his knee cap would slip out of place and slide around the back of his leg!  It's terrible and unbelievably painful.

This happened twice two years ago within three months but hasn't happened since... until Tuesday!

I got a call on my cell phone from his Principal (he's a 1st grade teacher) saying that he twisted his knee and he looked very pale.  So I hopped in my car and went to pick him up.  On the way to pick him up, his principal called me back and told me that they were taking him to the local ER.

I walked in to the ER and there he sat, in the wheel chair, looking so defeated!  Poor thing.  I hate seeing him in pain (more on this in a minute).

They took Xrays and sent us home.  We were told to schedule an appointment with OHS (because it happened at work and in order for Workmen's Comp to cover it, the OHS doctors needed to clear him to work).  So, he made an appointment for Wednesday at 9:30am.    I took him home and then I went back to work.


Cut to Wednesday morning, I took the morning off to take him to his appointment.  We got there at 9:29am, you know, because I can never be early!!  We waited until about 9:50am before we were even seen!  We went into the room with the doctor and she was so rough with him.  She firstly, didn't even understand what happened to him... then made him bend his knee all the way up (WHICH HE CAN'T DO!!) and he was wincing in pain and clutching the side of the table... I started to feel really nauseaus watching him be in pain and was willing myself to think of other things and not picture his pain or pay attention to how much this looked like it was killing him... and then she was just pushing him so much "ok, now straighten your leg, straighten it, no straighten it... all the way" and his knuckles turned white gripping the table....
I started sweating perfusely... And getting very dizzy... I put my head between my legs and was talking in my head to myself... Relax, he's fine, he's fine....
Then Ryan asked, "Hunny, are you ok?"
I heard myself say, "No, I'm going to pass out"

"AMANDA, AMANDA, AMANDA, AMANDA"...

I heard someone calling my name from a distance... I was dreaming... and in the best sleep I can remember....

"AMANDA, AMANDA, AMANDA...."

I kept trying to answer.... Trying to say, "What?" but nothing would come out... I couldn't open my eyes... and then I realized that I was asleep... no, I was passed out... My ears were ringing so loudly....  and I heard Ryan's voice, "Amanda... hunny...."

I finally could open my eyes... OH NO!  I had passed out at Ryan's doctor's appointment.

Last thing I remembered I was head down in the chair by the examination table....

Now, I was laying on that table and someone was holding my legs up in the air.  (Wrong day to wear a dress!!)

I was so dizzy and my arms were tingly like crazy....

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to pass out..."

The doctor was not impressed, not sympathetic, and not amusing when she told me I was a lot heavier than I looked!!  She seriously said that... "Good thing Ryan can put weight on his leg because the two of us (the nurse and herself) couldn't lift you alone... You're a LOT heavier than you look."  To which my perfect (knees excluded) husband responded, "Yeah, she's solid muscle".  (thank you hunny!)

Well... after a little over an hour and them trying to convince me to go to the ER by Ambulance, we basically snuck out of there and came home!  I was out of it most of the day, really weak, dizzy, and felt nauseous until about 9pm.

They kept asking me what happened and why I passed out.  I couldn't convince them that it wasn't a medical problem at all, it SERIOUSLY was just that my husband was experiencing pain and I can NOT stand to see him in pain... that's it.  That's all...

The funny thing is that when I was trying to wake up, the nurse said, "what the heck happened?"  And Ryan's response was, "She does this..."  Seriously?  I do this?  No I don't!!
Ok, so I get a little queezy at needles and in hospitals, but I don't pass out at the doctor...

I did do the same thing once when my dad went in for surgery once... Passed out when he told the nurse his IV hurt... Out cold.  On the floor...

So, maybe I do!

I'm back at work today, feeling better than ever!  Went for a 3 mile run at 6am this morning...
hopefully Ryan isn't in too much pain again and I'll stay on my feet!!!