I felt very nauseous after I came 'round and still a bit light headed, and the Big Boss insisted on driving me to the emergency room herself. I promptly threw up in her car. Whoops! Thank goodness I had brought a bag with me just in case, as I was feeling poorly before we started driving.
My twin sister and Mark met me at the hospital soon after I arrived. The did a cat scan of my head and put me on a heart monitor, and thereby discovered that I had done no damage whatsoever to my head besides a nasty bump, but that my heart rate was in the low thirties. A normal heart rate is supposed to be between 70 and 140. They tried everything to increase my heartrate, including numerous doses of a drug that is supposed to make your heart speed up, but nothing made much of a difference. Finally they were able to tell that the top chambers of my heart were beating at the normal heart rate, but that the bottom chambers of my heart were only receiving a signal to beat on every other beat, thus the slow heart rate. The good news = this is completely curable. The bad news = it is curable by putting a pace maker into my heart, which will have to be replaced several times at least during the course of my lifetime.
Personally, I've chose to look at things on the bright side and figure that this way no heart problem that is serious will ever sneak up on me now. In any event, Friday afternoon I was given a pace maker. In the process, however, the surgeon managed to perforate my right lungh, causing it to partially collapse. Ugh. It's still partially collapsed, but I'm home now none the less. I'll be off work for another day or two, the back to work with no restrictions in my lifestyle or diet. yay!