Why exercise is bad for you

My poor, sweet Clay. Last week, while he was at work, he decided to do some light exercise during his lunchbreak. So he walked down to the train station, where there is a large flight of stairs, and went walking up and down the stairs for a little workout. Afterwards, as he was walking back to the office, he started to feel a little dizzy, lightheaded, etc. So he stopped, leaned against a pole for support, and then passed out. A lady who was walking by called an ambulance.

When Clay came to, he told the lady that he was fine and he needed to get back to work. She insisted that he just lay still. He didn't realize that his head was bleeding and dripping quite a bit of blood all over his nice dress shirt.

At the hospital he had to get staples for the cut on the back of his head. Also, he had to stay overnight so the doctor could run some cardiac tests on him (Clay's heart rate has always been low so they thought his heart might have contributed to the fainting). The tests were inconclusive, but Clay had had enough of the hospital and came home instead of staying another night. He did however have some nice conversations with the 600 lb man who shared a room with him. The other two men in the room were older; one of them liked to take off his gown and put it over his head, and the other never spoke.

Classic: eating McDonald's instead of the terrible hospital food.



Okay, totally corny picture of me and Clay holding hands. But I just loved that I got to go cuddle with him that night (thanks Jaime for watching the boys!) and I loved holding his hand, and it was such a role reversal to have him be the one connected to an IV.

Update: Clay is feeling great and will be following up with more tests with his regular doctor.