it was a hoodie, not a jacket, a-thank you
My mom had eye surgery. I went with her, you know, for moral support. And I was fine, I was fine, I was fine, and then they pulled the IV out of her arm and I fainted. Fainted dead away. I've never done that before. Luckily, a nurse caught me before my soft cranium slammed into the linoleum. It was bizarre, to say the least.
But, you know how that went? It went a little something like this:
Ooo. I feel a little woosy. Maybe I should excuse myself and go back to the waiting room. Oh, but then I'd have to walk all the way to the waiting room and, since I can't see, I wouldn't be able to make it anyway. I'm probably best where I am.
"Get her on the chair! Get her on the chair!"
"She just fainted?"
"Yep, she just fainted. I was standing there and when I looked over, her head just drooped and she started to fall."
"Go get her some oxygen!"
"Sweetie, can you hear me? You're okay. They're going to get you some oxygen, okay? You fainted."
"Get her hooked up to the heart monitor!"
"I think we should take off her jacket. She's all clammy."
"Is she diabetic?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Well, do you mind if I check her blood-sugar anyway?"
"Go ahead."
"We should get this jacket off."
"I'm going to prick your finger okay, Honey?"
Fuck that hurt.
"Can you hear us?"
So that was good.