I learned a lot this weekend. Mainly that my deepest fear was confirmed. Exercise is dangerous and working out can kill you.
Chuck and I just spent a long (and unexpected) weekend in Ellensburg, WA. It all started with a couple of texts from Enoch Saturday morning, telling me he was at a medical clinic due to some concerning symptoms and he might have rhabdomyolysis.
Yeah, I’d never heard of it either. A quick google search told me all I needed to know. 1) it was rare (our family only does
Enoch’s cause of rhabdomyolysis? Apparently an overzealous workout earlier in the week.
Within a couple of hours, the doctor confirmed that he did indeed have rhabdo and would need to be hospitalized for treatment. Treatment for rhabdo is pretty much tons of IV fluids to flush out
On the bright side, he did not have the complication of compartment syndrome and would not be needing surgery.
So, Chuck and I loaded up and headed to Ellensburg to see how he was doing. Because, as much as we encourage independence with our kids, being in the hospital with rhabdo is kind of a big deal.
Chuck and I pretty much had a second honeymoon in the Motel 8. You know, after spending the day in the hospital and trying to find cheap food
Enoch felt perfectly fine other than sore muscles and extreme muscle stiffness. That confirms it, I’m never exercising again. It just isn’t worth the risk.
But, Enoch is also the guy who, at the age of 13, ran a 5k one week after have surgery for a ruptured appendix. So, basically, you can’t trust his pain scale. He’s apparently Iron Man.
After spending Saturday and Sunday night in cheap hotels in Ellensburg and still having no idea when Enoch would be released, we made the decision for Chuck to head home to be with the other kids and go to work (someone’s got to pay those bills). The only problem? We arrived together. In one vehicle. As it turns out, the cheapest option was for Chuck to rent a car. He headed home Monday evening and was back at work on Tuesday.
After billion blood draws, IV bags of fluid, and three days and nights in the hospital, the doctor released Enoch the next day, on the condition that he go and see a rheumatologist. Enoch’s brother Judah, AKA Good Cop, offered to drive up and take him to his appointment since the nearest rheumatologist was apparently in Wenatchee.
Remember, my friends, exercise is dangerous. Keep safe and curl up with a good book instead.