Dehydration

I thought it was from the greasy tacos from Jack in the Box that I had eaten, but when my diarrhea got to be extreme I realized that it must've been more like a stomach flu.  I tried to drink a lot of liquids all day, but it was impossible to keep up with the amount of fluid I was losing . . . it was massive.  I know . . . TMI.

It's hard to describe the feeling that I had just before I passed out.  I had just gone to the toilet for the umpteenth time and was returning to my bed.  Just as I reached the edge of the bed, I felt my brain start to feel like it was unplugging . . . not lightheadedness like when you stand up too quickly . . . it was different . . . it was more like my brain was losing its connection.  I knew it was from my being dehydrated so I feebly reached for my cup of water.  At the same time, I called for Wendell.  Thank God he was home.  

The next thing I remember is sitting on the ground with my legs in a pool of water and with Wendell at my side.  I could hear him calling my name, but I couldn't respond.  I heard him calling 911.  After they told him to lay me down on my side, I started feeling better, and I could talk again.  

When the ambulance guys came they took my blood pressure . . . it was 63/30.  They said that I broke some kind of record.  

Here is the inside of the ambulance which took me to Queen's ER.



I forget this guy's name.  He was really nice . . . made small talk all the way.  I asked him if the siren was on 'cause I couldn't hear it and I always wondered how loud it sounded from inside of the ambulance.  He said that it wasn't on. I was kinda glad. I was also glad that I wasn't in any pain.  The ride was pretty bumpy.  The guy said that their ambulance is actually one of the more smoother riding ones.  !!!!


This is what I needed . . . some intravenous fluids.  By the end of the night, I was given two bags of these. 


It's been a couple of days and I finally feel almost normal. I hope I never have to go through that again.  It was scary.