Oct 24, 2009 18:14
So, apparently my body decided that it would be really really fun to see how well 112 work (that's more or less the danish version of 911 I think. I'm not totally sure as it hasn't been drilled into my mind like the "local" in-case-of-emergencies number).
Yep. That's right. I spend most of the day flopping about helplessly until my dad got so worried he called them.
At that point I think I was so out of it that I didn't really respond much to anything but they managed to get some sugar into my system and I got better pretty quickly. Low blood sugar can be a bitch but usually not -that- bad and it's been years and years since I've gone totally cold like that. I'm not planning to repeat the experience.
I've got a massive headache lurking about and I guess my plans about reading ahead for my study has been put on standby but if that's the worst to come out of this then I guess I've been lucky. So no worries, I'm fine, and the system works. All is well in the world