EMT, ER, & Me

Saturday past was a day of preparation for Sunday dinner. The pumpkin was not yet ready as an ingredient for the cake so I asked to be allowed to put it through the colander. Rachel had found it to be hard work. I have been exercising my arm and shoulder muscles since rehab and so I felt up to the task.

I rolled the pin round and round until the job was done.  I got tired and more tired, and finished. I moved toward the table.  I felt light-headed, slumped in a chair and slouched on the table.  In the distance I heard someone ask, shall we call 911?

This isn’t me

The next I knew I was looking into the face of a medic.  He asked, “Where are you, Mr. Lehman?”  “I’m sitting in a chair looking at you,” I said.

I soon realized that the three members of the family and seven men were crowded around me in the kitchen/dining room.  The men had come in an ambulance, fire truck, and as volunteers in their cars.

Here is what I believe happened:  I over-exerted, became faint, then was totally unaware of what was going on around me. I learned that for 15 minutes I had been unconscious of the life around me.  I believe that my blood had rushed to the needs of muscles in my arms, shoulders, legs, and spine, and drained away from my brain. When enough blood oozed back to my brain I wakened.

When the medics told me they were uncertain as to what had caused my condition, I agreed that they should take me by ambulance to the hospital. Having spent days at the hospital with Rhoda and with my own bout with pneumonia I trust IU Health Goshen  Hospital.

Needed on our EMT team

But when an EMT in the ambulance approached me with a needle I asked for a woman.  I  remembered  the time two men tried to find a vein in my arm to draw blood, and finally giving up, called for a woman nurse who had no problem. My medics confessed that they had no women on staff.

After successfully running the gamut of tests at the hospital I was sent home.  The ER doctor told me to see my personal doctor, to stand up slowly, to sit down immediately if I felt dizzy, and if I have another episode like this one to get “your butt over here.”  I assured him I would “send my butt!”

About Martin Lehman

I was born 92 years ago, the son of a Mennonite pastor and organic gardener in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. At age 10 I was baptized as a member of the Marion Mennonite Church. I own the "Old Fool" moniker because I want to walk the Jesus Way even though the world and much of the church takes me as a fool for doing so. In my life I have moved from being a young conservative to an elderly radical. I tell that story in My Faith Journey posted on my website.
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6 Responses to EMT, ER, & Me

  1. Grace says:

    I’m thankful you are home again & doing well. But you left poor Rachel (and us) hanging with an unfinished cake. Did you ever get to eat a piece of that cake that cost you a trip to the ER? 🙂 So glad you are okay.

    • Yes, I think I will detail that event in the next post

      • Sandy Curry Bryant says:

        Well, just be careful and do as they say. He asks you to stand up slow because your blood pressure could drop when you stand up too fast and make you woozy. Prayers. PS Can’t wait to hear about the food you were making lol and glad you got to eat some.

  2. Vera Steiner says:

    This is a great description of what happened, Martin! Glad you could see some humor in it.
    Vera

  3. Harold Bauman says:

    I am glad that you sat down and did not fall and break a hip or have a concussion. Your presence of mind to go for the chair was good I am glad you fared well. With my atrial fib I sometimes get lightheaded and seek to sit down. If I faint and have not fallen, I doubt if the medics will be needed. May be they will. Harold

  4. Do you have a blender or some similar kitchen gaget? My mother got the smooothest pumpkin (calacasa) pie using one.
    She peeled it(the hardest part), chunked and cooked it, and then whipped it up in the blender. Then she added egg and a little flour for thickening. sugar and something for sweetner – molassas, maple syrup, honey. A little condensed milk, and the spices which were pumpkin pie spice or a mix of her own. YUMMY.
    We have one of the colanders like the picture. I have the wooden smasher part that was my grandmother Emma Yoder’s. She said she used to play that it was a doll and she called it her “schtimble Betsy”. saz

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