Yesterday Frank and I were supposed to head to Cartegena for a vacation before Christmas. We had an early morning flight so Frank picked me up at four in the morning and we headed to the airport. When we were almost there I had a really sharp pain in my stomach which I told Frank. He looked over and saw me wince and then my eyes rolled back in my head and I lost consciousness. He yelled my name and then shook me until I came to. At first I thought that I had just fallen asleep until I saw how freaked out he was. I tried convincing him we should still take the flight but he wasn't having it and then I started feeling really bad again.
We ended up going to the ER and after they did some tests they determined that it was most likely the sharp pain that caused me to faint and that I was out for awhile because I remained sitting up in the car instead of falling down which would have lowered my head. Frank took me home but I was still exhausted and dizzy. I ended up sleeping for twelve hours, woke up for a few hours to watch a movie and eat some homemade soup Frank made me (he's awesome like that) and then slept for another eleven hours.
I'm still a little out of it but I am feeling much better. Luckily we called the airline before the flight left so that we were able to get a credit for the flight instead of losing the money completely. We tried seeing if we could still fly out later this week but since there is only one flight a day it was all sold out until the end of the month. Being last minute and the holiday season flying anywhere is not an option so we are planning on heading to Toronto on Wednesday for a few days. That gives me some more time to feel better and yet still have a mini vacation.
This isn't exactly how I thought my holiday vacation would be, but I am very thankful that I am okay. We will just have to go to Cartegena another time. Sometimes life requires a change in plans...