There’s something incredibly sad about sitting by yourself in the ER, waiting to see a doctor. And that you had to ask your building manager to give you a ride to the ER because your only workmate in the neighbourhood didn’t answer his phone, and you didn’t have the cognitive function to find a taxi number to call.
And the reason that you didn’t have the cognitive function was because you’d had a massage over an hour earlier where you came out of it dizzy and nauseated but upon trying to speak realized that you couldn’t form full sentences without stuttering, oh and you couldn’t control your hands very well. And there’s this pinching pain in your neck near your skull that won’t go away, where the RMT had worked really hard.
Upon getting to the ER you discover that you can’t read full sentences either without forgetting the first few words, and can’t follow the show on the ER’s TV even though it’s closed-captioned. You also have a bit of trouble understanding the nurses’ questions. But you get admitted and they take your blood pressure twice to make you feel like you’re getting something for your time, but they decide without telling you that you obviously aren’t that important and will be at the bottom of the triage list after several little kids who can still run around and laugh and seem perfectly alright to me.
But you don’t know you’re at the bottom of the list until you see newer people get put in front of you, but that takes over an hour and in the meantime you’re really worried that you’re having a mini-stroke or something because you’d never been this, well, stupid without also being rather happy from whatever chemicals you inhaled. The only good thing to come out of it is that after an hour and a half you are able to read full sentences again, so you make a personal diagnosis that you’re going to be fine because if you weren’t you would have seen the doctor already, and decide that you’d much rather sleep at home with a cat at your feet than sit in an uncomfortable chair for hours watching sick people stroll by.
I hate Mondays.
They better start treating you right up there!
Glad to hear you’re okay – you sound very eloquent anyways, and that’s a good sign I’m sure.
Stu always says that the best sign is to ignored by medical professionals, because it means they think you’ll be alright. I know that’s no comfort when you’re freaked out and sitting by yourself – but keep it in mind.
And you can always call us. Anytime.
I hope you are all right!
Sound alot like the low-blood sugar symptoms my dad had when we found out he had diabetes.
I don’t mean to sound pessimistic but you might want to get tested for it.
I don’t know, it may have been low blood sugar but I get hypoglycemic pretty regularly and this wasn’t like how it normally goes. But I saw a doctor the next day and he didn’t see anything wrong with me so I’ll leave it alone. I may avoid massages for a few weeks, however.