Hi, everyone!
I hope you are all having good weekends - sounds like a lot going on everywhere. We are hoping for a quiet day here.
Yesterday was an interesting one. I was up until about 2 a.m. Friday night, finishing up my ADR planning once I got home from my work function. (I thought I had everything set, but then realized I had made no plans for the 3 days Jonathan and I will be at the GF before the rest of the family arrives!

) Then, I was up at 5:45 a.m. to get my notes together and call the Grand Gatherings Group Dining dept. It took me a minute or two to get connected to the right people, and by the time I did, the few tables they had at CRT under the "180+10" rule were gone.

But, the great CM I was working with assured me that when I call back at the 180-day mark, I should be able to get a table with no problem, as I could have had my pick of tables for the 180-day mark yesterday. So, I still have that to worry about that reservation, as I'm making a ressie for 9 - all my nieces, plus moms, grandma, me and my mom.
It took almost 45 minutes to secure the rest of my reservations, many of them for a party of 16!

I was not expecting our group to have so many meals together, but we're averaging about 1 a day at this point. I learned a lot about group dining - mainly that Disney can't ensure such a large group sitting together unless you dine within the first 20 minutes, or the last 20 minutes, of a restaurant's dining times. So, we will be having a LOT of early dinners, but everyone will just have to get over it.
So, I was up at the crack at dawn, and against my better judgment, didn't go back to bed - I was doing some more planning, chores around the house, etc. Jonathan was working in the yard. I laid down on the couch at about 4:30, and fell asleep.
Shortly thereafter, Jonathan came in from doing the yard, and went to take a shower. When he got out of the shower, he stumbled into the living room, woke me up and said he couldn't feel his legs. His arms and hands were also clenching and cramping up, and he couldn't move them. His speech was slurring, and he was having difficulty moving his jaw, and it sounded like his tongue was swollen. Needless to say, this scared the absolute poop out of me, and I'm running around, trying to get clothes on him, saying I'm taking him to the ER. He's trying to fight me on it, but I manage to wrestle him into the car. I realize as I'm pulling out of our driveway that I really have no idea where to go, as the only hospital I know the exact location of around us is one that he doesn't have a good opinion of (as he's a pharm rep, he's in/out of a lot of hospitals). I decide to call 911, tell them what's going on as I'm pulling out of our subdivision, and the guy tells me to turn around and go home, as they can get EMT's and an ambulance out to me faster than I could get to any hospital (thankfully, we are close to a fire station). So, we turned back around, I got him back into the house and on the couch, and the EMT's arrived. This whole time, the guy from 911 is on the phone with me, monitoring his condition, and asking me for all sorts of signs of stroke.
It was a great bunch of EMT's, and they got him stabilized with an IV drip, and on the way to the hospital. I think just having them there helped immensely, as one of the guys said Jonathan was so freaked out by what was happening that he was also starting to hyperventilate. We get to the hospital, they poke/prod, take blood, etc., and load him full of salt water. The final diagnosis was extreme dehydration and sun stroke, and it didn't help matters that he also has hypertension, and had had very little to eat before he did yard work in 90 degree heat. The hospital said in the summer they average seeing this in healthy men about 10 times a week. So, 5 hours later, we get to go home, and he learned a very valuable lesson. I'm just so thankful that I was home, as if it had been just about any other Saturday this summer, I likely wouldn't have been. Who knows, in his state, how long he would have waited to call for help.
So, needless to say, he's under strict orders to stay out of the sun for several days, and stay well rested, fed, and hydrated!
Don't let your DH's or family members do anything as stupid!