Well, a lot has changed since the last time I spoke. First of all, I have officially had more tests run on my little body than a fifty year old woman. After months of eating right to maintain my sugar levels, something just wasn't right. My weight dropped ten pounds and I was consistently in pain. One great seafood dinner and a night feeling as if I was gong to die landed me in the emergency room. A long morning later lead to uncertainty and an appointment scheduled with my family physician. Bloodwork, tests, a colonoscopy, endoscopy, x-rays, catscans, ultrasounds...nothing. It wasn't until I embarrassingly blacked out at the local Walmart that placed me in the heart hospital. What a blessing! Five months of feeling as if I was walking in a broken body, I was finally getting closer to myself.
Neurocardiogenic syncope.
It all made sense. The headaches, dizziness, nausea, chest pains, fainting...all because of mixed signals between my brain and heart. Who knew?
The good news is we know something. The bad news? We didn't find out until approximately one week from the biggest day of my life. Therefore I am left with untied ends and a tight schedule. Since the possibility of passing out at any given moment was very probable if I were to stand for hours in a photo shoot, I opted to postpone my bridal portraits until post wedding bliss. Also, days were missed at my bittersweet job due to countless procedures and hospital visits. This meant I had approximately one full day to get my marriage license, take care of prewedding details, finalizing vendor responsibilities and enjoy the night with family and friends before walking down the aisle to my best friend.
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