When it rains

I spent last night in the hospital.
It was a normal day like any other, but I think the stress has finally caught up with me. I have been running on fumes for weeks with a mounting pile of stress and things to manage and I was outside playing with my children and watering my plants and I blacked out. I ended up scraping my knee and arm up pretty good and hitting my head, which meant that I would be visiting the hospital.
I hate going to the hospital.
It seemed not busy when I arrived but within minutes the waiting room was filled to the brim and before I know it I had waiting three hours to be seen. After a CAT scan and some X-rays I am no more informed than when I arrived about why I could have passed out. The loaded me up with morphine and cleaned my wounds and sent me home. I slept until noon the next day without waking even once... but hell it was 3 am before I got home.
The ER doctor made some mention that my family doctor may want to do some sort of heart monitor that I wear for a couple of weeks. I hope it's nothing serious... I can't help but worry, considering my mother and grandmother both died from heart complications and my grandmother and grandfather on my fathers side one heart problems and the other stroke. The proverbial deck is stacked against me, it would seem.
My friend lost her Grandmother this week and is in the final trimester of her pregnancy... and I spent most of the evening giving good advice to an old friend's girlfriend. I may have missed my calling as a life coach.
I can rest easy tonight knowing that I have put out more good than I have taken from the world today.
I can tell my youngest was worried as he went to bed and feeling concerned about being separated from me. But the morning will bring a new week and we will need to get back to the grind and work through his school work so that he can finish at the same time as everyone else and enjoy his summer break! Gosh I can't believe it is almost summer break and that my oldest boy will officially be a high schooler next school year. I sit here and think to myself "where has the time gone" and remember where I was in 9th grade, and wonder if I am truly ready for him to be there.