| a rather interesting experience |
[Jan. 6th, 2008|11:29 am] |
so heres a summary of what happened last night:
i passed out, the fire brigade got called, i woke up, threw up then stumbled off to bed.
sounds like one of those "omgggg i got SO drunk last night it was SO crazy you wouldnt belieeeeeve" stories, but no.
let me give a more detailed explanation...
so basically, i was just sitting at the dinner table with my stomach randomly rumbling. i just assumed id eaten too much pizza, but then i started feeling really dizzy and nautious, like i was about to throw up. so obviously i got up and started moving towards the couch so i could lie down while trying to alert my host family "je ne me sens tres bien..." i mumbled as i slowly walked towards the couch "helena? ca va pas?" asked valerie and i turned around and said "ca va pas du tout..." apparently at that point i fainted, though the last thing i remember is michel saying something about the couch.
now the thing im surprised by is how well books describe the process of fainting and waking up. because this is the first time (that i remember) ive ever passed out/woken up from, and it really was a whole bunch of random images and soudns flashing through my mind, and when i came to i really did think "where am i? whats going on?" with the whole slow coming to of the senses (how my body was feeling, then the sounds around me then i opened my eyes and saw what was going on etc etc) so there we go, even if youve never passed out, you can write an accurate and fairly convincing account simply by reading other peoples work.
so anyway, the only things i remember thinking about while i was out are "hey, this is like what noah said" then an image of him putting a bandaid on a cut on his foot (he'd told me that story in the last email he sent) and then i was on the street but he wasnt there anymore, but there was some lady talking to me in portuguese and asking me if i was brazilian and me trying to reply but speaking french by accident. and then i got that between awake-and asleep feeling and i assumed that i was in bed at home about to wake up. and i thought "wow, i really do love this between stages feeling. and its so nice when youre in a biiig comfortable bed... hmm... bed. bed? wait a second, im not in bed. and im kind of cold and... owww, why does my head hurt so much?" so at that point (my mind was working rather slowly) i realised i wasnt in bed. though i still thought i was at home "why is everyone speaking french? whos that holding onto my hand?" *opens eyes* "woaaaah, since when do we have tiles and a piano???" and then it all sort of clicked and i thought "right, im in france with my host family, thats valerie on the phone and... and... i must have just passed out?"
at that point my brain kind of understood what was goign on, but it just wasnt connected to my mouth or my body properly, and valerie was asking me all of these questions (to check i wasnt concussed i guess) but it took me ages to reply to them. it was just so much effort to do everything, just keeping my eyes open was making me feel immensely tired. it was like after my first proper waterpolo game where i just cried for the next hour because i was so tired that even walking to the car just gave me this feeling of complete and utter despair. gosh. does anyone remember that game? against stella maris in the big pool at warringah in year seven? i swear that game made me scared of waterpolo for the next 6 months.
right, and then some firemen arrived - because in france theyre all first aid trained and who you call if somebodys hurt... not the ambulance... yeah.. there were three of them and they were asking me lots of questions about how i felt before i passed out and how i felt now and taking my blood pressure. i was kind of trying to tell them that my family has a history of gall stones/figure out if i knew the word for gall bladder/stone "euh... caillou... de... euh.. *mumbles incoherently*" not to say that not being able to think properly in any way affected my sense of humour. one of the (less attractive, older) firemen said "hey, if you pass out again ill have to give you mouth to mouth... and dont just do it on purpose so i have to!" (yes, funny imthesexiestmaneverfrenchman joke) to which i replied "only if he does the mouth to mouth" *points to young, attractive, trainee fireman*. lolz. i also said "no, i dont want to move, the floor is quite good right now, in fact the floor is a good friend of mine. perhaps i can just stay here all night?" "no, to the couch you go"
so lets move it along about half an hour, my head stopped its incessant spinning ("j'ai la tete que tourne"), and i sat up on the couch. i then leaned forward, said "i think im going to vomit" then threw up in the conveniently placed basin in front of me. it was just lovely. it was only one vomiting session, but it included four individual vomits and a nice dry retching noise at the end, followed by me crying because at that point i was feeling so bad and i just really, really wanted mum.
i then proceeded to stumble off to bed where i was given another basin in case i threw up again, and told to keep the door open and to yell out if i started feeling bad throughout the night. it was kind of difficult to get to sleep as everytime i moved my head started spinning, and every position made my stomach feel like it was being crushed thus making me feel sick. somehow i drifted off, slept fairly well, and i woke up this morning at about 10:30 with nothing other than a gigantic headache to remid me of what happened. oh right, did i say, when i passed out apparently i thwacked my head on the wall and then again on the floor. im not finding it difficult to believe, everytime i move the back of my head hurts and i cant rest my head on my hand because my jaws really sore.
oh, and school starts again tomorrow.
at least i have an interesting story to tell |
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