Scary Day Off for Me

Today was our first day off.

I woke up and went to the bathroom. I know...to much info, right? Read on.

While sitting there, I got nauseous, dizzy and sweaty. Next thing I know I'm lifting my head off the tile floor. I still felt sick and disoriented. I stumbled around for a bit, sweating profusely. I was cold and clammy. I thought...this is not good.

I was scared. I prayed.

I knew I needed help. I thought of my roommate. She's a heavy sleeper and didn't hear me calling her. I put on my shoes (crazy what you think you MUST do in an emergency) and grabbed my insurance card. I left the room and headed down the hallway. Luckily, my room is on the main floor only a few steps away from the lobby. Glancing into the dining room, I saw my classmates (friends) eating breakfast. I went straight for them and told them I needed a doctor.

I sat down and Ann went for help. Another lady came over to me and took my wrist. She said she was a paramedic. She asked me some questions. I felt kinda stupid cause everyone was starring at me, but really I was still to dizzy and shaky to care much.

The hotel shuttle took me and another classmate to the urgent care. The took my blood pressure a million times (cause it was different everytime) did an EKG, drew blood and sent me down the road to the Imaging center for a cat scan. I am now waiting for the results.

I feel better, but my head still REALLY hurts. I hit it hard. I had laid on the bathroom floor for almost 30 minutes unconscious. Nice way to spend a day off, huh?

Hey- the way I see it...it's a VERY good thing this didn't happen on a day when I should be in class. If you miss any time for any reason, you have to start all over again. FAA mandates it.

So I came back and struggled to finish my homework. When it rains it pours, but I'm a fighter!