Fainting Spells Share

April 3, 2010

So I passed out last week. Full on fainted. Hit my head on the tile floor. I hate passing out. I do it about once every other year. Sometimes at work, behind the drums, while donating blood, at home or on vacation. They call it Vasovagal Syncope. This past time I passed out I received a massive headache for days afterwards. I went to the Doctor and he didn't care about the head; he was more concerned about the cause of the fainting. He ordered some tests which will be done this coming week. He added that in addition to Vasovagal Syncope I may have an additional Syncope called Micturition Syncope which is basically the same thing, just more specific. No matter how you look at it the fact of the matter is, I faint. Nothing can be done about it. I don't lack nutrition or have a disease. It won't kill me. It is just my bodies way of dealing with itself. The only danger is hitting my head on the way down. As long as I lay down before hand I'm fine after I wake up.

The problem is sometimes it happens fast. For instance this past time I realized, "Oh shoot, I'm going to pass out...if I can just make it to bed first..." Of course I never made it that far. It scared Beckah to death the first time I did it. She still gets scared, but now its not pure panic for her. I just hope it doesn't get worse as I get older. And I sure hope I don't pass it on to my kids. Fainting is not fun. Waking up feels like crawling back from the grave. You're weak and can't hear anything and if there are people around they are talking and saying things like, "Oh give him air. Is he ok? Do we need to call 911?" And I'm just laying there unable to move, groaning thinking, "Shut up...I'm fine...Go away." Not fun. But I'm always ok, just need some space and time.

Speaking of kids, yesterday Beckah and I learned the sex of our second child. We are having a boy! I am so thrilled about that. For the record I always wanted a boy. I was just being politically correct when I said I would be ok with another girl. And for the record I LOVE my girl, wouldn't trade her for anything. But, seriously...I need my boy. I am so thrilled to raise him as a Christian man. My hope is that he will love God, read the Bible, and have a solid, polite, firm, strong, smart, funny, caring, creative boy. His name will be Thatcher Craig Greenwood. I love that name because it has an English tie to Margaret Thatcher who was a strong and respected leader. It is a unique name that I don't think is too strange. It is used as a last name quite a bit in England and I think it works great as a first name. I can't wait to meet him!

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