Whee! I got to ride in an ambulance today! :)
Okay, so it wasn’t really that exciting at the time. Honestly, it doesn’t seem all that exciting right now either.
Yesterday I was feeling quite under the weather. I was weak, dizzy, nauseous, my pupils were extremely dilated, my eyes felt like they were going to explode, my head hurt, my hands were shaking; I was just generally a gigantic mess. I laid around all day, didn’t do much, except when I finally decided to go see a movie. I felt a bit silly doing nothing at all on the Fourth of July, so I thought going to see ‘Legally Blonde 2’ would be a satisfactory way to mark the occasion.
By the time I got home, however, I was feeling worse than ever. I couldn’t sleep and ended up staying awake until 3:30, when I finally couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. I slept alright, as far as I can remember, except that when I woke up at 1:00 in the afternoon, I was completely drenched in sweat. Disgusting, yes, but that was just the beginning.
I felt beyond horrible. I can’t remember the last time I felt that bad. The dizziness was ten times worse, my head felt like it weighed ten tons, and the minute I tried to get up my eyes went all woozy again.
The first stop was the bathroom – I had to take a shower, I felt so nasty. I sat down on the toilet, my eyes continuing to get worse and my head feeling heavier every second. Finally, I laid my head down on the counter to my left, because I just couldn’t hold it up anymore.
Next thing I knew, I was lying down on my right side. I thought I was back in my bed again, and wondering what had happened to my mattress. It felt quite hard all of a sudden. My shoulder, hips, and the stump on my left foot felt horrific, and my face felt as if it had been slammed into a concrete wall. For a few seconds I tried to shuffle my body around, but my eyes soon opened and I realized my face was wedged next to the bathtub. Somehow, I had fallen off of the toilet and I found myself lying on the cold, hard, bathroom floor.
I swiveled around to lay on the bathmat and couldn’t get back up again. My whole body ached as if I had just been through a prize fight. Slowly and very carefully I put my pants back on and crawled out of the bathroom, where I collapsed again in the hallway. I shouted for Steve and had him try to call Dad, since Dad had gone somewhere. We couldn’t get a hold of Dad, so finally Steven called 911. I was still fading in and out and it seemed as if I had been unconscious for nearly half an hour. Needless to say, I was quite worried.
They drove me to the hospital. I had x-rays, CT scans, IVs, medication, exams, doctors, nurses; the whole works. And they still aren’t sure what happened. I got tested for hypothyroidism, which is what I think caused it, but those results won’t be back until Monday. Thankfully I didn’t fracture anything when I fell. I was rather worried about my cheekbone; that seemed to take the worst beating when I fell. I wonder how the fall actually happened, if I hit my head on the tub, or if I just fell straight to the floor. No matter how it happened, it was horribly frightening. I’ve never lost consciousness before. As soon as I woke up, even though I still far from in my right mind, when I realized what had happened I immediately started crying. That probably wasn’t a very good idea, since in the process of crying it made my face hurt worse. But I didn’t know how bad it was, what could be causing it, what would happen if I tried to stand up again. It wasn’t a very pleasant predicament to wake up to.
I just got home about an hour ago. I’m still dizzy, tired, my head hurts like mad. And I have an amazing bruise on the right side of my face. Right now it’s only red with slight tinges of blue and purple, but I suspect by tomorrow it’ll be far more colorful. Looks like my opponent in the prize fight has a sharp left hook.
Right now I’m just sitting down, about to eat an orange, and watching ‘The Lady From Shanghai’. I doubt I’ll be able to go to sleep any time soon. I’m almost afraid to sleep. I think I’ll just have to keep myself awake, watching the exploits of Rita Hayworth and Orson Welles. You know, I never before realized how perfectly Brain imitates Orson Welles’ voice. (Brain meaning the mouse from Pinky & The Brain.)
Anyway. I think I’m gonna lay down now.