Anemia/Hypoglycemia
my mom thinks i'm anemic. my girlfriend thinks the pot was laced. i think i'm fucked up and inherited the majority of my great grandmothers health problems.
i was standing in my kitchen making a sandwich yesterday and out of nowhere felt very faint. i couldn't stand and my knees were all shaky. i sat down. that didn't help. i put my head down that didn't help. then i broke into a sweat. i hobbled over to my couch and plopped down. kym took my pulse. 66 bpm. too low. i called my dad. no answer. as i dialed his cell, kym said if he didn't answer she was taking me to the ER. he picked up and told me a bunch of things to do, none of which helped. he said take my pulse again in half an hour. kym did. it kept getting lower and lower. she kept telling me don't go to sleep, tell me a story. my heart kept skipping beats and shit. not 'spit, boom, spit, boom' but rather 'spit... spitboom. spit....boom boom, spit... spit... spitboom, spit...' etc. i fell asleep. i went from bouncing around, like i do, getting ready to go do some running around, energetic as hell, to... passed the fuck out. and that was at eleven a.m. i didn't wake up until 9:30 that night. i felt fine, but it was bizzare. especially since i don't remember going downstairs, and kym sure the fuck didn't carry me. but i do distinctly remember talking to my mom while she did laundry, only she said that didn't happen.
very peculiar. i wish i had health insurance so i could go to a doctor or something. fuck bush, fucking cokehead can't help out the people who need healthcare the most.
i was standing in my kitchen making a sandwich yesterday and out of nowhere felt very faint. i couldn't stand and my knees were all shaky. i sat down. that didn't help. i put my head down that didn't help. then i broke into a sweat. i hobbled over to my couch and plopped down. kym took my pulse. 66 bpm. too low. i called my dad. no answer. as i dialed his cell, kym said if he didn't answer she was taking me to the ER. he picked up and told me a bunch of things to do, none of which helped. he said take my pulse again in half an hour. kym did. it kept getting lower and lower. she kept telling me don't go to sleep, tell me a story. my heart kept skipping beats and shit. not 'spit, boom, spit, boom' but rather 'spit... spitboom. spit....boom boom, spit... spit... spitboom, spit...' etc. i fell asleep. i went from bouncing around, like i do, getting ready to go do some running around, energetic as hell, to... passed the fuck out. and that was at eleven a.m. i didn't wake up until 9:30 that night. i felt fine, but it was bizzare. especially since i don't remember going downstairs, and kym sure the fuck didn't carry me. but i do distinctly remember talking to my mom while she did laundry, only she said that didn't happen.
very peculiar. i wish i had health insurance so i could go to a doctor or something. fuck bush, fucking cokehead can't help out the people who need healthcare the most.