I started to feel sick last Monday. Nothing too serious, I could just feel my throat getting sore. I worked the whole day and then went with Heather to look at an apartment downtown. When she dropped me off back home I felt even worse, I just knew I was getting sick. So when I woke up on Tuesday I decided to take the day off since I have a ton of sick time left that I'm going to lose at the end of the year, so why not. I spent Tuesday on my couch watching Breaking Bad.
I finished Breaking Bad, by the way. Amazing show. I already miss it and it just came into my life. I'm also forming something of a crush for Aaron Paul. New developments!
...anyway! I woke up on Wednesday thinking I felt better. I took some vitamin C and two dayquil and went to work. About an hour in, in the middle of a conversation (about gross stuff like one of co-workers telling a story about his friends sister cutting her leg open, so much that he could see bone) I felt myself starting to feel light headed and I just remember thinking that I wish they would stop talking about this really gross stuff. My vision started to darken and then I blacked out. I woke up on the floor.
According to my co-workers I was only out for about 10 seconds. They had called the on-campus emergency people. I felt fine as soon as I woke up. I could have stood up right then, but they wouldn't let me. I had to wait. When they showed up I got asked a million questions (my favorite was "who is the president?") and then I was basically forced to go to the hospital. I did not want to go. I was dead set against it. But the 20 EMTs who for some reason all had to report to my fall and all of my co-workers told me I needed to go. I finally agreed, but refused to let them take me out in a stretcher. They let me walk to the ambulance.
So what followed was me being real moody because I felt absolutely fine, but was being forced to go to the hospital. I cried. I wanted to be anywhere but there. I got asked the same questions over and over and had my blood pressure taken probably about 50 times.
I found myself wanting Shawn. As I laid there crying, miserable, I wanted him to be there. Which is messed up. But I know it's the guy I used to know that I wanted there. Not the guy who probably couldn't care less that I passed out at work and was in the hospital. Like honestly...he wouldn't care. If this were something serious and my mom sent him an e-mail or something, he wouldn't respond.
Anyway! Off of that tangent. I also wanted my mom and of course she came. I was out of the hospital by the time she got up here, though. My brother came, which surprised me because I didn't even know he knew what happened, but mom told him. He drove me home and watched Breaking Bad until mom got there.
Every test they did on me came back normal. The doctor couldn't find a reason for why I passed out. She did recommend I get an echocardiograph done, which I did today.
So today was my first real day back at work since last Monday. I took the rest of last Wednesday off, obviously. Heather told me to not come in on Thursday, so I didn't and Friday I had already taken off to go to the city for Sarah's art show.
Friday was really fun. Nicole and I took the train into the city and met up with our friend Jesse. I never get to see Jesse and I miss him, so it was great to spend a whole day with him and Nicole, two very good friends that I don't see enough of. We ate lunch, had ice cream, walked all over the place. We went to Brooklyn for Sarah's show and it was a good time. Sarah and Jesse really hit it off and I think might become friends after this! It was so great to see her and be there to support her and it was also a wine tasting, so we got to drink wine for free (not all that exciting for me, but Jesse and Nicole loved it). After Sarah's show we went back into the city and I ate Thai food for the first time ever at a place called Spice. It was delicious and I've been craving it ever since.
Nicole and I didn't get home until almost 2 am. I was dead tired and on Saturday I felt terrible. I even napped! I never nap. Yesterday was more of the same. Today I felt a lot better.
...and that's what I've been up to.
Oh, I've also started talking to a guy named Dave. He wants to go rock climbing this weekend. I haven't said yes or no yet.
Picture time! Me with Jesse and Nicole on Friday.
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