Run Mad as Often as You Chuse BUT DO NOT FAINT (or, alt, DO NOT WANT)
(Apparently I just will not take Jane Austen's advice in Love and Friendship to beware of fainting fits.)
Ok. So. Syncope Round Three.
Guess where I fainted this time? The top of a flight of stairs. Oops.
So it was a long and painful way down. The whole left side of my body is just like "wha happened?" while the right side is like "haha, sucks to be you." I have some pretty badass bruises though.
I was at the top of the stairs, about to come down to leave for my cardiologist appointment (an appt. to find out why I've been fainting- hahaha) and I blacked out a little while carrying my laundry bag and backpack to the top of the stairs. I woke up during the tumble down the stairs and landed half on my laundry. Laundry saves my life again!! Just like the first time I ever passed out. Fell into laundry. This time hurt a lot more, but at least I didn't die. Because really, if I had landed just slightly differently my neck could easily have broken.
So went to the cardiologist appointment anyway, and he wants to do a tilt table test and have me wear a 2 week event monitor. That will be fun to explain to people why I'm wearing that...
Anyway, I was going to go to the ER afterwards to make sure the head trauma wasn't too bad, but a call to my primary care doctor got me in there in literally three minutes. I love that office. Dr. Chai sent me for a carotid artery ultrasound and an MRI. The MRI was clean, but apparently I have a nodule on my thyroid pressing up against my carotid. So now I have to get more bloodwork and probably a biopsy to make sure the nodule's benign.
If my thyroid is in fact not functioning properly that might explain a lot of my health issues. And it's probably nothing serious, but I can't help thinking that I never would have known this thing was there if I hadn't fallen down a flight of stairs.
I kind of still can't believe I did that.
Also, that makes for a really awkward email to your professor to explain why you're missing an exam.
"Hi Professor...I just ate it on a whole flight of stairs. Uhhhh.....lata."
Or, as I should have written to my Jane Austen professor, "I totally pulled a Louisa Musgrove today. Am knocked up and will not be in to class until I am less fagged."
I love old expressions that mean completely different, kind of inappropriate things today.
Ok. So. Syncope Round Three.
Guess where I fainted this time? The top of a flight of stairs. Oops.
So it was a long and painful way down. The whole left side of my body is just like "wha happened?" while the right side is like "haha, sucks to be you." I have some pretty badass bruises though.
I was at the top of the stairs, about to come down to leave for my cardiologist appointment (an appt. to find out why I've been fainting- hahaha) and I blacked out a little while carrying my laundry bag and backpack to the top of the stairs. I woke up during the tumble down the stairs and landed half on my laundry. Laundry saves my life again!! Just like the first time I ever passed out. Fell into laundry. This time hurt a lot more, but at least I didn't die. Because really, if I had landed just slightly differently my neck could easily have broken.
So went to the cardiologist appointment anyway, and he wants to do a tilt table test and have me wear a 2 week event monitor. That will be fun to explain to people why I'm wearing that...
Anyway, I was going to go to the ER afterwards to make sure the head trauma wasn't too bad, but a call to my primary care doctor got me in there in literally three minutes. I love that office. Dr. Chai sent me for a carotid artery ultrasound and an MRI. The MRI was clean, but apparently I have a nodule on my thyroid pressing up against my carotid. So now I have to get more bloodwork and probably a biopsy to make sure the nodule's benign.
If my thyroid is in fact not functioning properly that might explain a lot of my health issues. And it's probably nothing serious, but I can't help thinking that I never would have known this thing was there if I hadn't fallen down a flight of stairs.
I kind of still can't believe I did that.
Also, that makes for a really awkward email to your professor to explain why you're missing an exam.
"Hi Professor...I just ate it on a whole flight of stairs. Uhhhh.....lata."
Or, as I should have written to my Jane Austen professor, "I totally pulled a Louisa Musgrove today. Am knocked up and will not be in to class until I am less fagged."
I love old expressions that mean completely different, kind of inappropriate things today.