No Woman, No Cry

This weekend was an emotional one for me. My beloved Gramollie passed away on Saturday, and even though she was 96 years old, I still wasn’t ready to let her go. Then on Sunday, my husband asked our daughter to come train Jiu-Jitsu with us in Ethridge class for Father’s Day, which as fun, until she ended up getting heat exhaustion and had to spend the night in the hospital. Joe and I are both well-conditioned to work out in the hot dojo with no AC, but it had been a few years since Skyler trained, so it didn’t take much for her to overdo it, causing her to became dehydrated and her sodium level was depleted.

At first we didn’t realize the extent of it, but when she was still throwing up a few hours later, I told Joe that she should go to the emergency room, where they kept her overnight and put her on IVs. She was released this morning and is doing well, but that was the first time she’s been in the hospital in the 23 years since I gave birth to her, so it was very difficult and emotionally draining for me. I’m a little surprised that I didn’t become dehydrated myself, from all the tears I shed for my grandma and daughter over this weekend (as well as my dad, because Father’s Day has always been sad for me ever since he died when I was 21), and I’m not going to go to class at Lincoln BJJ tonight, because I’ve barely slept, so I feel depleted.

Mi FamiliaI guess the lessen is that heat and dehydration can be serious issues, which is something I should’ve already known, considering that several years ago when we were camping, my husband suffered a heat stroke and seizure, and took a trip to the ER in an ambulance. He told me that this recent incident with Skyler has made him think about the kids in his Karate class training in the heat, and how he has to make sure they never end up in the same state that she did.

To end on a positive note, I had fun rolling with Skyler before she got sick, and even though it’s been a long time since she trained, she does remember the basics! My Karate/Jiu-Jitsu bro Ken was also at the dojo when I got there yesterday, so we rolled for about ten minutes before Ethridge class started, which was a great time. He ended up armbarring me, but at least it wasn’t like that one time where he and I head-butted and I had to get ten stitches above my eye, which happened exactly three years ago to the day!

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