Another Benefit of Training

Yesterday was Burger Tuesday so LeCorn and I went Rosamund Grill to get some. It's generally a madhouse as the staff at Rosamund seem to be reject metal heads from the 80's blasting Motley Crue's first album while they grilled burgers and took orders in a manner befitting the DMV. Despite all that, their burgers are worth suffering through the ridiculous process but the coup de grace is the root beer on tap at the bar next door. SOP is to order your burger and then go next store and wait for it to be ready with a pint of cold root beer. What's better than that? Anyway, yesterday was different because while waiting for my burger, my blood pressure dropped dangerously low and I passed out unconscious. Lucky for me, LeCorn was there to make sure I was safe. Apparently, I was out for 10-15 seconds. I turned to him and said, "I don't feel so good." BAM! I was out and 15 seconds later I remember somebody saying to me, "Are you okay?" to which I replied, "Yeah, I'm okay." I, then heard LeCorn's voice saying, "No you're not okay." It was then I knew something was up.

LeCorn drove me to the Clinic to see my doctor where they took my blood pressure (69/57) and decided that I needed some salty broth. They wanted to give me an IV but my veins were too constricted for that. I hung out for a couple of hours and my blood pressure stabilized and I went home. It was no big deal. With all the exercise I'm getting, I need less blood pressure meds and the amount I was normally taking was just too much. So you could look at this incident as proof that I'm actually getting better health-wise.

There is a lesson to this. Corn told me that while I was passed out, I remained upright on my bar stool. I've seen lots of people pass out before and I know remaining upright in any capacity is uncommon. I'm glad I didn't fall over and hit my head though I'm sure LeCorn would have caught me well before that happened. Anyway, the only thing I can attribute this to is training. Somehere, my body knew enough to keep it together long enough for me to regain consciousness. This saved me from having to be dragged out of the bar which, in the middle of the day, might very well be the most embarrassing thing in the world.

Okay, there's no lesson here. Only some ridiculous anecdote that may or may not have anything to do with martial arts. But it's a nice thought and it's great to have bros like LeCorn who has now saved my life more times than I can count.