My mom -- after getting all flustered and spazzy -- is picking them up at the airport. Am drinking Gatorade (flavor: purple). Google informs me it could very well be very low blood pressure and/or an electrolyte imbalance.

Am going to nap and see how I feel when I wake up. If I still feel like this, I'll call my doctor. Obviously.

Hoping you feel better when you wake from your nap, Steph.

meara, it's been ages since I had my persistent case of strep but it eventually came down to me being put on this syrupy stuff (in addition to the antibiotics) that knocked my ass OUT. For 16 - 20 hours a day, all I did was sleep. And it still took three or four days of that to feel 75% healthy.

I hear you about the bad timing and work needing you. Sometimes it suck being an adult. Health~ma to you!

Feel better, Teppy

I was going to suggest juice and a nap, but you beat me to it. I hope you feel better soon!

{{{Teppy}}} I get that way with my period every once in a while and I do tend toward low bloodpressure. I hope you feel better after your rest.

Jessica, your wall of spices looks great. Very professional looking.

{{{meara}}} Feel better.

I was going to say have milk (muscle cramps made me suggest that, though I'm not sure if that's right) and a banana.

I think the Gatorade is a good start, though. If you do have bananas, have one.

Steph, I'm going to be the voice of dissent here and say that it's very doubtful that you're bleeding enough to cause a drop in blood pressure. Most people lose only a couple of tablespoons of blood with their period, and really, only a significant hemmorhage would cause your blood pressure to be symptomatically low. In addition to the dizziness, your heart rate would increase significantly, you'd be sweaty, and you'd feel like you were going to throw up.

Your dizziness could be because of low blood pressure, but your blood pressure could be symptomatically low for a whole host of other reasons (and your blood pressure med would be the first thing I'd think of as the culprit). No one's really exactly sure how the body metabolizes drugs and what variables can affect that metabolism (I know I'm not telling you anything here that you don't already know), so maybe more of your med got to work today than usual. Do you know the half-life of your med, by any chance? Because I'm guessing you'll feel better once you've cleared some of it.

Teppy, feel good soon.

I'm going in EARLY this time--before the baby comes, instead of dealing with it in the baby's first week.

Get yourself some of those gel pads that they sell for burns and some of the skin-safe tape they sell for bandages, just in case you have the Return of the Hoover Monster. I only used them the once (and now have a stash on hand in case of burns), but they're very soothing on sore nipples. They were recommended at our breastfeeding class.

And these [link] look interesting.

Nicole, insent.

t skipping to the end of the thread to post before going back to skim what's been going on of late

We made it here. Our connecting flight was delayed by bad weather in Atlanta, so we were only there for the last 15 minutes of the viewing, but we made it. It was...rough. I'm starting to think DH has the right idea with wanting cremation.

The funeral was a Baptist funeral. Two of Dad's former pastors spoke. I really liked what Brother H had to say, but I thought Brother S made it too much of a come-to-Jesus message. He talked about Dad being a man of faith, but then talked about faith instead of Dad, which irked me, because it's not like Dad was some stranger he barely knew and was just filling in for the funeral so there would be a pastor there. DH thinks I should write the eulogy I would've wanted him to have, and I think I will. And I wish there had been some sort of congregational participation--hymns, the Lord's Prayer, etc. But it was a Baptist funeral, and Dad was, after all, a good Baptist all his life.

The part that meant the most to me was the procession from the church where the service was held to the one where all our family is buried, 15-20 miles away. I think I've mentioned that Dad was very active in establishing a volunteer fire & rescue service for our area. Everyone who could be spared from the local firehouse was there, in uniform (and served as his pallbearers), along with the sheriff and a lot of other emergency personnel from this part of the county. Each time we crossed one of the larger country roads, fire or police from each locality's service was there to block cross traffic, which I think is standard--but again everyone who could be spared was out there in the road, standing at attention as we went by. That's the part that made me cry.

The graveside service was very brief (hot as it was, it had to be), but my Uncle Joe, yet another Baptist pastor, gave a beautiful prayer. And I'm glad the soil of the graveyard is Alabama red clay. That just seems right, somehow.

Family is...family. We're for the most part sticking together and helping Mom, unless you count Georgia!Brother and ExArmy!Brother getting in a shouting match yesterday over the war--my nephew, Georgia!Brother's son, is in Iraq now, a Guard lieutenant, and G!B's family, nephew included, were opposed to the war, while EA!B has actually turned more conservative than VCOB of late and appears to have swallowed the administration line hook, line, and sinker.

So. We're hanging on.