Crazy World

Got up this morning to exercise.  Everything going well, then I got lightheaded and could barely make it up the stairs.  I have one of those alert systems attached to the ground-floor landing of my townhouse.  Put it there when I realized that a fall could leave me lying there for days until my dad or stepdaughter realize they haven't heard from me.  I'd planned to get rid of it to save money.  But now, here I was dragging myself up the stairs, grateful that once there a push of the button would get help.  Anyhow, I made it, my hands so weak I could hardly turn the thing around to press it.  I sat there holding it in my hand, wondering if I was having another mini-stroke, wishing that I had the aspirin in the basement, or on the ground floor.  But no, they're sitting in the second floor bathroom and there was no way I could make it up those stairs.  So I just sat there and prayed for the best.  And pretty soon I was back to normal.  It wasn't a mini-stroke, just me about to faint.  I've had both and know the difference.
Here's the crazy part.  I have a medical alert system, but my 85 year old father refuses to have one.  
Back to the rest of the day.  I went to the hair salon and my beautician worked on my hair while talking on the telephone.  Incredible!  Later the man actually had lunch as I sat under the drier.  
Now for the crazy part.  Normally I'd dump him, but he's an artiste when it comes to hair and his prices are lower than anywhere else, so I'm keeping him.
As to the fainting spell, I discovered my blood pressure is only 105/75.