This has been a rough week. The arthritis in my back has been hurting really bad and it's been limiting as far as what I can do around the house. I absolutely hate that my back becomes an obstacle that I have to work around just to do typical activities. I try to get all of the important things done as early in the day as possible because the longer I'm on my feet, the more my back starts to hurt.
I only ran once this week. I think that sitting in front of the computer so long last Wednesday is what made my back pain flare up, so I decided to skip my next run and hopefully the rest would help. I did go for a run on Sunday. I took Joey with me for a mile and then did an out-and-back, for a total of 2.5 miles. I felt like I was running pretty well, but the air was SO thick with humidity it was hard to tell.
My mile pace with Joey was 12:28, and then 11:55 for a mile, and then 11:38 for the last half mile, for an overall average of 12:03/mi. Average heart rate was 152 bpm. It was a tough one, and I think it's because of the humidity.
I did have a good drop on the scale this week, though--I was at 146.8 last week, and today I was at 144.8. This is a huge milestone, because my BMI is officially "normal" again! (At 5'4", a normal weight rage for me is 107.6--haha!!--to 145.4.) My ultimate aim is 130-135, and I'm hoping to get there by Halloween. Not for any particular reason, it just sounded like a good motivation. I plan to schedule my yearly physical at around that time, too.
Anyway, yesterday the week went from bad to really shitty...
On Monday, Jerry went into work at 8:00 and they asked him to go to South Carolina right away to work at another plant until Thursday. A few hours later, he and his coworker/friend "Joe" (not his real name) were on a plane. They went immediately to the plant--didn't even stop at the hotel first--and worked all day. At around 2:00 in the morning, my phone woke me up. I keep it on "do not disturb" when I sleep, but I can still get messages and calls from Jerry and the kids.
I saw it was Jerry calling me, and I knew immediately something was wrong. He knows how hard it is for me to sleep and he would never call at that time unless it was very important. My first thought was that he'd gotten hurt and he was calling from the hospital. When I answered, he was really upset and I thought maybe something had happened to one of his parents.
Then he said that Joe died. I was STUNNED. They had been in the break room with two other guys and I won't go into detail, but Joe had a cardiac seizure while they were sitting there talking. They immediately called 911 and started CPR, but everything happened so quickly; the paramedics said they'd done everything right, but he couldn't be saved.
Jerry is having a VERY tough time right now. Neither of us has been with someone when they died and he wasn't prepared for the emotional toll it would take. He'd held Joe's hand and talked to him while it was happening, and I told him how important that was. If it had happened at the hotel, Joe would have been alone; or if Jerry hadn't traveled with him, he would have been with strangers. At least he was with a friend.
Jerry had to stick around to speak with the coroner. He called the plant here in Michigan to let them know what happened so someone could contact Joe's family. Another coworker/friend even offered to fly down there and travel back with him (I thought of this as well, but Jerry insisted that he could come home by himself).
His coworkers have all been so great. His suitcase was in the rental car and Joe had had the keys, so someone went out and got him some clothes (he only had what he was wearing, which was sweaty and dirty from working all day). He was able to get a flight home in the afternoon and after some delays, he made it home around 7:00 last night. He hadn't slept since Sunday night, so he crashed hard last night after we talked about everything.
He's still in disbelief and he keeps thinking "What if...?", wondering if there was something they could have done differently through the day to prevent it, but how can you prevent something that you have no idea is going to happen? He feels guilty that people are worried about him, because he said this was about Joe and not him.
I keep thinking about Joe's wife and my heart is breaking for her. That could just as easily have been Jerry. We're at the age now where it's very real that friends/peers may die from things like heart attacks and strokes, which always felt like decades away. When Audrey's husband Kevin died in December, it woke something up inside of me and I realized just how mortal we are. I'm glad we've been working on getting healthier.
Jerry's boss told him to take the rest of the week off. I got the name of a therapist from my own therapist, so hopefully he'll be able to see them soon.
So, yeah. Not a great week!







































