Ahem, OW.
So yesterday was....interesting. So around 1:45 yesterday, I got to use the bathroom. While I'm sitting there, I suddenly start feeling really dizzy. I try to ride it out, then have the brilliant idea of 'ok, I'll get up, go back to my desk, get a drink of water, and ride that out there'. I stand up and.....THUD.
I catch myself almost immediately, but I manage to crack my head on....something on the stall door and I have a pretty big gash on my forehead. Both my co-workers and my manager INSIST I go get it looked at, so I drive home and call Dan to beg a ride to a hospital ER. Being the great guy he is, Dan ferrys me to Evergreen, and I get checked in. They look me over, and during the process explain that sometimes when you're having a bowel movement, enough blood can be forced DOWN away from your head that it can cause dizzy spells. Much like the one previous time I passed out, when I was in my church's choir and I stood for the length of a hymn with my knees completely straight.
Yeah.
So, 3+ hours later I have stitches in my head. They will (in theory) come out on Monday. I'm not feeling any real pain or returning dizzy spells, so I'm taking the bowel movement explanation to heart.
The one thing I got out of this (as I've never been to the hospital for damn near anything, still have my wisdom teeth, tonsils, appendix, never broke a bone, etc), is some empathy for the Ni-pon-chan. She HATES being treated as an invalid, and I can somewhat see why. After they got me assigned to a room, they told me they'd get a wheelchair and wheel me there. I protested that I could walk just fine thank you, and they INSISTED. So I got wheeled there, grumbling all the way (I could have walked it no issue). When I got there, they covered me up in heated towels and treated me as if I was on the verge of death, while internally I was making Nicole-rage-noises. LOTS of Nicole-rage-noises.
I can understand why they did it, but my pride (yes Nicole, mine rears it's ugly head from time to time too) was not happy about it.
I catch myself almost immediately, but I manage to crack my head on....something on the stall door and I have a pretty big gash on my forehead. Both my co-workers and my manager INSIST I go get it looked at, so I drive home and call Dan to beg a ride to a hospital ER. Being the great guy he is, Dan ferrys me to Evergreen, and I get checked in. They look me over, and during the process explain that sometimes when you're having a bowel movement, enough blood can be forced DOWN away from your head that it can cause dizzy spells. Much like the one previous time I passed out, when I was in my church's choir and I stood for the length of a hymn with my knees completely straight.
Yeah.
So, 3+ hours later I have stitches in my head. They will (in theory) come out on Monday. I'm not feeling any real pain or returning dizzy spells, so I'm taking the bowel movement explanation to heart.
The one thing I got out of this (as I've never been to the hospital for damn near anything, still have my wisdom teeth, tonsils, appendix, never broke a bone, etc), is some empathy for the Ni-pon-chan. She HATES being treated as an invalid, and I can somewhat see why. After they got me assigned to a room, they told me they'd get a wheelchair and wheel me there. I protested that I could walk just fine thank you, and they INSISTED. So I got wheeled there, grumbling all the way (I could have walked it no issue). When I got there, they covered me up in heated towels and treated me as if I was on the verge of death, while internally I was making Nicole-rage-noises. LOTS of Nicole-rage-noises.
I can understand why they did it, but my pride (yes Nicole, mine rears it's ugly head from time to time too) was not happy about it.