Yikes, hubby and I had a scare today. My stepson is 25, deaf and mentally handicapped. He was taking a nap before breakfast. (He really enjoys napping when he's home with us, nothing unusual.) He came to breakfast and started to eat with nothing of note. All of a sudden I noticed he stopped eating which is not normal for him. He eats like a barbarian. Seriously, he does. I looked up and his lips were blue, well we don't have anything blue to drink... He looked pale, now going on deathly pale..." Honey does Jr. look right to you? Look at his lips." Dear hubby gets up and feels Jr. and he's cold... Now Jr. is looking like he's going to pass out... No choking, no seizure, no history of anything like this! "Call 911", hubby does. Hubby is on the phone and I'm trying to get Jr. in the living room to lie down. The paramedics get to our home very quickly and by the time they get here he's doing a little better and starting to sign to us. They check all the basics, everytings fine. Now he wants to get and eat breakfast. They leave.
The paramedics think he must have cut off his oxygen while he was napping on the couch... came upstairs, lost more oxygen, started to eat fast and lost more, because he does not eat he inhales food in great volumes. After that event, he was fine all day. He was his typical, jolly, stuborn self. Thank god... It was really scarey girls, if I do say so. I've never seen any one alive so blue and pale. He was beyond pale.
Sorry this isn't my typical post, but it's been along time and I just don't have my groove back yet. I will. I hope all is well in blog land and I've missed you all. Hugs, Trudi