Alarmed

Yesterday was quite an adventurous day. My day started off with a run to the new Starbucks down the street. I was really excited to see that the holiday season has officially begun. They have brought back my favorite coffee, the Christmas Blend! I left with my alternative-splurging-order in one hand and half a short Christmas Blend in the other (a generous sample from the enthusiastic barista that even spelled my name right).

I got to school in no time, quickly getting into the groove of things. As I prepped for the morning, I started cramping up (sorry, TMI). By the time my VTW showed up, I wanted to curl up into a ball (a.k.a. the fetal position), but instead, I popped an aspirin (which I rarely do under these circumstances) and off we went to see the 320s.

The pain got progressively worse with a side order of nausea. I noticed that I was yawning a lot...not from being tired, though. I should've taken that as a hint (as in gasping for air as a precursor to what lay ahead). To add insult to injury, the 320 I was working with whacked me upside the head about 3x. That was about all I could handle. I briefly ended the session, and we headed back to my room.

We were about 5 yards away, when I felt REALLY gnarly. Uh-oh, I think I knew what I was in for. When we got back to my room, I said in my calmest tone, "I hope you don't mind if I look crazy and lay down on the [disgusting!!!!] floor, but if I don't, I'm going to faint." I was already starting to black out.

For the next half hour, I laid on the DISGUSTING floor, curled up, profusely apologizing and trying not to scare the poor girl any more than she already was. As I lay on the floor, I called my bro with my cell, "Um, can you pick me up? I'm laying on the floor, about to faint."

My poor bro, who has dealt with my dramatic spells, dropped everything and rushed over to pick me up. I was still on the floor when he came. I was so embarrassed, not wanting to make it a big deal, but of course he topped the drama by getting me a wheelchair to transport me to his car. That alarmed the whole main office so that was even more embarrassing. When I asked my VTW to call my administrator up to see what she should do since I was leaving for the day, my administrator asked, "Should we call an ambulance?" I practically yelled from the floor, "O, no, please don't! I'm okay! Really!" I really did not want to draw any more attention to this (even though I am blogging about it now).

My bro dropped me off at home to BF (who had just woken up from working an all-nighter) to rest. I ate and slept for the rest of the day.

Today, my bro brought me to pick up my car. When we got there, we went to my room so that I could pick up a few things. We walked in, but as soon as we hit the light switch, the alarm went off. Of course it would go off! Why would I not think that the school is alarmed? I started panicking, wondering what we should do!

We ended up leaving the scene of the crime to go down the street for a yummy dinner at El Pollo Inka. After that, I came home and spent the night with Lil F (cleaning her tank) and waited for BF to come home so I could tell him all about my adventurous day with my bro.

I really feel awful that my bro worries so much about me. I've fainted on him or with him more times than I can count. Poor guy. BF's been "lucky" in that he has only dealt with it 1x...and I was in a casino with his parents. Not exactly a place where I could quickly lay down on the floor.

Not to worry, people; I'm going to see the doctor as soon as I find a new PCP!